Gods-mind, the traitor

"You're talking much too much today. It's difficult for you to seek attention. So what's the problem?"

With skepticism, I questioned Gods-mind.

"Hmm... let's see. In exchange for assisting you, you will steal those girls' underwear for me," he boasted.

"Are you insane?" I became pale. "What do you expect me to do?"

"And by the way, I don't do such reckless and unimportant things," I exclaimed. "I could occasionally beat up fools who got in my way and pull pranks on the wall or lockers. Maybe, some bullying by laying traps for some lonely people to liven up their life a little." I breathed out.

"However, I'm not interested in peeping girls or taking their underpants," I responded maturely.

"Irrelevant and irresponsible? Aren't you a delinquent for a start? It is similar to your work." Gods-mind spoke without remorse.

'Has this guy gone insane? I can't believe we're having this discussion.' I cursed silently.