Arnold, being all-knowing and all-seeing now that he was a young God, quickly realized that his big brother obviously did now recognize him in his new form with his astounding physique. The almighty boy just grinned, looking down at the older teen who was kneeling before him.
"John..." the powerful boy spoke, "It's me, Arnold!"
John raised up his head and looked the young powerhouse in the eyes. Arnold's eyes were extremely bright. They were the most blue eyes he had ever seen! And the boy's muscles were simply... Astounding! Clearly, the young boy possessed bone-crushing strength that no other soul on earth could ever match... No person in history could even come close! This young boy... Who had strength of Biblical proportions... This young boy was Arnold... his little brother?
John's jaw dropped wide open in complete amazement. He recognized the face. The face of an angel... a diety... He was looking at God's bright face, in the form of a young boy! The face of pure, raw, unmatched POWER. The power of the galaxy was in the hands of this young boy!
"A-A-Arnold?" John stuttered. "I-I-Is that you?"
"Yes... I'm God now..." the omnipotent young being spoke. "You may rise, my brother!"
John immediately stood up. He received his first command. His job was to obey the Boy-God's wishes immediately and without question. You just don't question authority when a being stands before you who can create or destroy stars, planets and galaxies just by saying a few words.
"You are my brother and it is very important that you are treated as my older brother when you're participating in a sporting event, no matter what that sporting event might be!" the young God spoke. "The Coach doesn't determine whether you're the Quarterback on the team or not... I do!"
"Yes, my Lord!" John replied humbly.
"But, you're my brother and because of that, you will be outstanding... Whether you're playing football or something else!" Arnold spoke with absolute authority.
"I'll be whatever you want me to be..." John replied as he bowed his head.
"So... I will determine which sport you're playing today... And I can always change that tomorrow and you WILL participate in whatever sport I decide for you!" Arnold smiled. "And your teammates will accept my decision until I change the sport you're playing!"
"Please.... Tell me... What sport will you let me play first?" John asked the Boy God.
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