Boy oh boy, wasn't this poor God hungry. How long had it been since he'd actually eaten something decent. Back when people still put faith into him it was easy -- living above the clouds and eat those which had been sacrificed to him. It was harder now as the years went by considering how he'd ended up as only a mythical figure where people had ceased to believe in. Which only brought him standing in front of a fancy looking restaurant and inside his pockets were a few dollars and cents he'd gotten for himself out of pity whilst street busking around the neighborhood. A sigh -- "The lobster looks so niiiice" -- and whined. These few amount of money would never be enough for him to order a lobster. Besides, no one would let a very under dressed man into somewhere so fancy. And yet another sigh was casually let out.