[He blinks a second- clearly being God did absolutely nothing to help that personal space thing. That's... there's something nostalgically funny about that, and he can't even make himself be annoyed.]

You could say that.

[Acceptable as in copious amounts of alcohol.]

How are you even back? You'd think the boss man upstairs'd have torn your ass to shreds. Isn't that, like, a really, really bad thing?