In The Pantheon
Gods | Goddesses | Muses | Mayhem
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The car stopped, the doors opened, and there stood Clive. “You’re late,” he snapped. “We’ve got a schedule to keep. You’re not all that and a bag of chips, you know.”
I decided right then I was going to smite the smart mouth little snot on the spot, then call Zeus to strike the place with a few lightning bolts and destroy it all.
“He is a very nice man who makes toys and gives them away to children all over the world every year.”