"SOAP IS THE GOD I CLAIM TO" you say excited waiting for something to happen when:

Feeling the agony.. Feeling the power of this kind of god. A blue mixed with white aura around you.

You kept floating in the air enable to do something to stop it. You start seeing a figure, it was a person, it was God! The god you always wish you met

"Hello, there. You must be the choosen one.." His thick scottish ascent makes him sound more serious