"Look at them, Theo. To think those two fools actually think they can outsmart the God of Mischief and the God of Tricksters."
Theo rolled his eyes. "I'm a human and will refer myself as such. Though, if it's just a title, I guess it's pretty suitable for me. But yeah… those with obsession are always easy to control."
With a single wave of his hand, the bottle and the popcorn disappeared since everything was just an illusion.
They just let the slime and the Time God think they had killed them.
The Time God's expression turned grim. "You… How are you still alive? I thought I had killed both you and your clone…"
The God of Mischief shook his head in disappointment. "Look at this dude, he asked me again even though I've told him the answer a few times already…"
"Well, whatever." Theo shrugged. He lifted his body in the air, showing to the world that Theodore Griffith hadn't died.