The golem's carved chest pulsed momentarily, moving as if he'd just received a punch, but he brushed it off, flicking a few specks of dust from his body's surface. He looked at Oz.

	"Hardly a monologue, much less an introduction- If even comparable," The golem muttered to himself, lowering a pair of purple eyelids to express disdain. He looked at Jenso and sighed audibly. "Brilliant deduction, Yellow boy. Did you rack your little brain as hard as you could possibly manage to come up with it? If so, bravo! I underestimated your intellect!" He taunted, clapping his hands lightly. It seemed he did not have a second orb in his left hand, and there were no other cores embedded in any parts of his body. "I hereby anoint you the rank of..." He paused for a moment and blinked before snapping his fingers. "Rodent!" The golem stifled a slow chuckle and cleared his throat, despite the lack thereof.

	"You are correct, I am he. Though I don't consider myself a golem, despite this... Humble body," he said, gesturing to his lower half. His legs were actually impossible to see past the dark veil that surrounded him, making it look as if he levitated in place. "I am the [b]G[/b]olem [b]O[/b]rigin [b]D[/b]eity, actually. The creator of the golems. But that's such a troublesome title. You may call me... [b]G[/b]ee[b]O[/b]h[b]D[/b]ee." Geode announced.