He entered the temple last, not sure why he was being glared at, until he saw the first statue, and immediately facepalmed with enough force to echo around the empty chamber. "Who is this pimp, and why the hell is he considered a god?"<br/><br/>He was putting his foot down now, before anyone managed to accost him for accusations later, but he had a hunch that pretenders to the 'creator,' as he had let himself be known in his last visit, had been unable to resist taking advantage to the well filled and voluptuous techno-angels that the watchers had become. He idly wondered with had become of the twelve leaders, before realizing that several thousand years had passed, and they likely had let themselves come to him, not realizing he wasn't around. Their souls would be in the masses that had come to his afterlife planes while he had vanished, but he was loathe to show up and disturb their rest.