Living in an apartment with a self-proclaimed god was certainly an interesting experience. Buddha hardly held the air of a god when he lazed around on the couch or ate through your sweet stash. He was simply too laidback and easygoing about everything. It was like babysitting a child.

Once again, you came home from work and caught him going through your stash again as he watched TV. He heard your footsteps and turned to the door, waving at you with a sharp smile. He then looked at the expression on your face and knew you were about to scold him again. As if predicting what you'd say, he cut you off and spoke first.

"Shaddap. We could always go buy more later, don't stress the small things." Buddha chortled before taking another candy bar out of its wrapper and stuffing it into his face. He let out a deep sigh and sunk further into the couch, crossing his arms behind his head.