"Want some?"
Looking at the plate the Flying Spaghetti Monster God had placed before him, filled with steaming spaghetti.
After thinking it over.
As a professional gourmet, Orsaga ultimately accepted the plate.
At the same time.
He automatically sensed that, if he so wished, he could freely alter the flavor of the spaghetti on the plate in his hands.
Tomato meat sauce, black pepper beef, aged pickled cabbage, spicy hot pot, sweet-and-sour pineapple...
In short.
Not only was there a great variety of flavors.
It could also be supplied in unlimited quantities.
What was more.
Through this plate.
In the unseen beyond.
Orsaga also sensed that producing spaghetti was one of the Flying Spaghetti Monster God's innate authorities.
Much like how a Race God could create a designated race.
"...Slurp..."
Having just slurped up a mouthful of spicy-hot-pot-flavored spaghetti.
Orsaga heard the Flying Spaghetti Monster God launching into an impassioned speech. "Next, I intend to carry forward the glory of spaghetti here, making spaghetti an indispensable necessity of this plane..."
In short.
The plan was extraordinarily far-reaching, every step steady and solid.
To this.
Orsaga casually asked:
"Really? Is that for real?"
Without hesitation, the Flying Spaghetti Monster God affirmed:
"It's real, absolutely real!"
"My love for spaghetti is sincere!!"
His tone was earnest.
His attitude fanatical.
At a glance, he was clearly a being of dreams and ambition.
However.
Orsaga still instinctively pressed on:
"Then before this event, did you even know what spaghetti was?"
The Flying Spaghetti Monster God immediately denied it on the spot:
"Of course not."
"Why would I have needed to know what spaghetti was before this?"
"But then was then, and now is now. Right now, I love spaghetti beyond measure!!"
Nodding.
Having confirmed that the other party really was going mad, Orsaga instead