I sighed as the Goddess's teeth chattered loudly. 

A lot of people were staring at us as the 'divine' woman couldn't stop tapping her heeled shoes across the ground. I guess she had zero tolerance for any caffeine, so this is what became of her.

Even without a straight jacket, she looked like she had gone to a far, far end that not even regular rehabilitation could stop her from having more coffee.

"Pant Pant Pant... I-I am a Goddess. That means I usually receive prayers or divine requests to help my followers resolve a problem they could not fix by their own hands."

"Yes?"

"In particular, I send their resolution by contracting individuals in you world who have lived a less than fruitful life, and are in need of a second chance to make a name for themselves."

"... Isn't that Human Trafficking?"

"Transmigration."

"You're still shaking."

"F**k! M-my arms and legs won't stop tingling!"

I watched as the Goddess stuffed another cube or two of sugar into her mouth. It steadied her quivering for a bit, but then something else started to gnaw at her that I failed to explain.

Sugar rush.

"G-gegffuuf!"

"... So... Tragic back story aside... what do you want from me? If you're a Goddess, you should know why I was about to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge."

"Your boyfriend dumped you."

"I'm a lesbian."

"(///) Sorry. I don't swing hat way."

"I WASN'T PROPOSITIONING YOU, D*MN IT!" 

...Can I punch her? Please?