You look at the insanely attractive, muscular, tall man of metal as he summons vending machines and throws them. Such strength. Such power. Such... vending machine summoning.

Yup. Still weird.

You don't know how to approach this situation. He seems to think this is normal. And, honestly, compared to some of the other things you have seen him do, this shouldn't be so shocking. HE HAS LITERALLY TRANSPORTED YOU TO A LEVEL FROM A VIDEO GAME

He's not a human. You don't really know what he is. He's a mascot. He represents a brand. He shouldn't be physically possible, and yet he is.

Is he a God? I mean, he can summon things out of thin air, he has unrealistically high levels of strength and speed (Usain Bolt is QUAKING), and he can apparently teleport you into video games.

You look up at the can man. Your roommate.

If he's a God, why did he choose to stay here with me?  You think to yourself. Maybe you're special. Maybe behind his mask of confidence and sociopathy, he cares about you.

You certainly care about him

"Pepsi" you say to get his attention

He looks over at you while still performing his vending machine exercise

"Are you a God?" you ask him

He pauses what he is doing

"Yes" he responds

He pauses

"Your ancient people knew me as Ares"