Merged: *injured badly and in the healing tank*

Zamasu: *smirks as he pats the glass* You heal nice and fast now, I've got work for you to do when you get out.

Merged: *telepathically* Screw you. I'm not your little errand boy. Go find someone else to do your dirty work for you. I'm a god, not some lowly mortal servant.

Zamasu: What's this now?

Merged: *telepathically* You heard me you little green turd.