GC: Point to the Alaskan Aleutian.

TR: ((Blank stare))

GC: It's alliteration. Right Leicky?

LK: ((Blank stare))

GC: Just what kind of bard are you?

LK: Uhhmm...

TR: Shouldn't you two be at the Talent Contest?

GC: I was taking a break. There are only so many Zen Juggling acts a Goddess can see without clawing her eyes out.

LK: That and the Temple ran out of popcorn.

GC: Yeah, that too. Well, it's time to get back to the Temple. Cal should have gotten more popcorn making stuff by now.

TR: You mean corn kernels?

GC: That's what I said.

TR: Riiight... Wait! I sense that someone's been seriously hurt... I see a car... and it's running over a person... a man... it's Cinnica! Cinnica's been run over.

LK: ((Unimpressed)) That was three skits ago. Now you sense it?

TR: I think I'm getting a cold.

LK: Have you tried a gallon of orange juice?

TR: No, mom said I should stay in bed and eat lots of chicken noodle soup.

LK: Wait, isn't it starve a cold, feed a fever?

TR: No, it's feed a cold, starve a fever.

GC: Son of a Bacchae! Can this be more pointless? Let's go bard.

LK: Bye Trancer.

TR: Goodbye bard.

The Goddess and her pet bard return to the Temple. High Priestess Cal is rehearsing her talent act: foretelling the future by reading entrails. From the number of dead animals, she's been practicing for some time. There's a group of tethered animals frantically trying to break their bonds and escape.

CL: ((Fingering the mushy entrails)) I see... that... you will make an adequate dinner... but you will be a little salty... and give your diner an upset stomach.

LK: ((Looking around)) What a mess! There's blood everywhere!

GC: It's... Glorious!