TA: Doesn't sound so bad. Why don't you just give in?

DM: Who says I didn't?

Slinky Groupie: There he is! Eeeek!

DM: Yikes! ((Runs off chased by a bunch of Slinky Groupies))

TA: Err, any of you want to buy a car?

Mid-morning. At the Gymnastics Academy. The Goddess is sparring with Erin Hunt (with those boffo staves you see on American Gladiators [not as if I watch that show or anything...]).

Erin Hunt (EH): ((Swinging staff)) So how is Cal doing?

GC: ((Parry, return thrust)) A passable job I suppose. She's an excellent High Priestess. But I really need a bard in that position.

EH: ((Parry low, spin move attack)) What position would that be?

GC: ((Jump flip over Erin)) The position as my assistant of course. What were you thinking? ((Overhead blow from behind))

EH: ((Raises staff and blocks without turning)) Err, that's what I meant. ((Blushing))

GC: I just wish I knew where I left that bard. ((Leg sweep))

EH: Well, what's the deepest, darkest place where nobody would find her? ((Back flip over the leg sweep, wild swing))

GC: The Elysean Fields? I think not. ((Grabs Erin's staff with one hand and bops her on the head with the staff on the other hand))

EH: ((Falls down)) Ouch. No, I was thinking of Tartarus.

GC: That's possible. I guess I'll go pay a visit to Hades. ((Looking down)) Hmm, I'm a mess. ((Waves hand)) Well, Not anymore.

EH: Yeah, I guess I'll hit the showers.

GC: I should take an assistant.

EH: ((Looks hopeful))

GC: But you're all sweaty and icky.

EH: Well, you could ((waves hand))

GC: Be serious. If I did that then everybody else would expect little favors from me. And then what? Anarchy I tell you!

EH: ((Disappointed)) Ok. ((Shuffles off))

GC: Some worshippers. So who should I take?

DM: ((Running inside)) (Where can I hide next?)

GC: You'll do nicely. ((Teleports out with Dave))

On the Space Station...

LK: I know what we'll do. You have an onboard laser. Let's destroy New Cirra!