Blackbeak Bluff Haggis for Algernon

Merlin did not say anything, when the white man explained briefly about his relationship with some big guy in the sky, but his expression was spoke volumes of, how skeptical he actually was of all this stuff. It did not convince him in the least that the man was not trying to poison him. Besides - did serial killers and psychopats needed reasons to kill people? Sure there were trillions of them out there and reasonable folk would never understand this. 

"Hell, if I know," he shrugged. Deathwish was every person's private matter. That was not to be discussed - same as politics, religion (they just had and good thing that the cheeky, mannerless rascal had had the good sense to keep his trap shut) and money (he had no idea about that one too, but let's put objects of value to wolves there instead). "So, is this divine friend of yours like a Santa Claus?" he asked. "You are obedient all year - all life and he gives you gifts?" Who could blame him for the association - each age group had their idols and gods to worship and flatter.

Lucky for Merlin the Prince Charming had a good sense of humour and the cheeky boy did not poison himself. That did not deter him from forgetting about his benefactor completely few days later. Life's exciting like that, when you have memory disorders.