[ Mordred would help Piccolo out and remove the cat but she's invested in seeing how high the feline can make it. So she's just going to bury her amusement in a can of soda. ]

Getting divine spirits to help humans solve pathetically simple problems— wonder whose bright idea that was.

[ It doesn't help that many requests come from people Mordred doesn't believe deserve help— the conmen, the liars, the selfish dregs of humanity that call on divine intervention only to pull them out of a hole they've dug for themselves. She's plenty bitter about that but not enough to kill her mood right now. Mordred looks up at Piccolo from her spot on the ground. ]

So, you a god or a shinki? Never seen a green one of either yet.