Strongest Hammer God

Samson gestured to Kyle, saying that this would be his room and that he should relax there for a while.

Kyle thanked Samson profusely.

'I'm basically a convicted felon. Despite that, he bought me clothing, took me to his house, and even gave me a room,' Kyle thought.

'Can this guy be unlikable in any other way? He's basically perfect.'

'I swear, if this were a movie or something, he would be killed by the creator later just to drive the pain home.'

'Luckily, this isn't a movie.'

Kyle blinked a couple of times.

'Or is it? I mean, I am in fantasy land! This sure seems fantastical and fictional.'

'I really don't want this guy to die!'

Kyle shook his head.

'This is not a fucking movie! I shouldn't be worried about something like that!'