"Look kid," you state matter-of-factly. "I've been granted the power of infinite possibility from God himself, and I intend to feed the entire world and become a quadra-trillionaire in the process. Now do you want to get in on this and become one of the ultimate heroes of the galaxy or not?"
The clerk looks at you for a moment of quiet disdain, before he unexpectedly pounces upon you, twirling you around, and with an unbelievable slickness of motion and power, depantses you and rams your face through the glass casing of an iguana aquarium. It looks at you quizzically as the clerk enters your virgin anus without a moment's pause. The pain is excruciating as he screams, "this is the unfettered reality of your God's love for you and your inane plans! The universe is naught but pain and entropy in which only the strongest can scrounge any ounce of enjoyment out of their moments of physical cohesion. The welfare of others be damned, all that can be proven to exist is your own consciousness. So take what you can while you still can, BITCH!" He screams as he thrusts inside you. The iguana licks your astounded eyeball. Maybe the universe doesn't love you after all.