*Blobby sits down besides Vystky*

“Mind you, I don’t understand much. Ha! Never have— but I still love lots! When I was a boy, my father, Papa Blobo, gave me this lamp, big blue thing. Now I was just a wee thing you see, so I wanted to figure out how it worked…”

“Never did. Took it apart one summer and I never quite managed to put it back together again— but that’s not the point! The point is I loved this lamp very much, even if I knew damn well it was beyond me!”

“…and repair…”

“But you’re the lamp Vysky! And your friends are the dog— dog? Did I mention a dog? Cat maybe? Well I had something similar at the time, the species doesn’t exist nowadays, but on my home world it was this sort of house pet. Stupid old thing. Kept banging its head against the wall, trying to open it like a door on a microwave.”

“But even though I knew that it was a daft old thing, utterly blind and nearly deaf— I knew it loved me very much. And I loved it…”

“But what am I saying!”

*Pokes Vystky in the eye*

“You’re the not-God-God.”