You wouldn't be so stupid as to deny tribute to a literal god. You would never dare deny me. Men tremble before me. Men come crawling to me, begging to tribute. Begging to serve a living Goddess. You are here to hand over all of your earthly riches. Funnel your cash to Bastet. It's meant to be mine. Now is the time to hand over every scrap of cash left in your bank account, or suffer the ramifications of denying me.