Puppets don't worship gods do they sasori, least of all invalid heathens like you. The day of reckoning shall draw night, and the light of the sun shall wilt, and Jashin, god of gods, shall feast away at the soul in the stupid little wooden box of yours.
He did no look at Sasori while speaking, but simply gazed ahead, his eyes filled with horrific and bloody daydreams, and a smile on his face.