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[earthshakin]

[The room that Poseidon is in is a mess - chairs have been overturned, broken fragments of breakable things lying around, couch cushions divested of their innards, etc. But Poseidon is angry and paranoid, which is never a good combination. He's scowling at something off-screen.]Why the fuck is there a cat here? I don't like it. It's looking at me

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[sunshnesongster]

Would you be less offended by a catfish?

They were here.

[earthshakin]

Well, yeah, kid. Having one of my homeboys here would be a marked improvement. Don't trust cats, dogs, mortals or Cronus.

Huh. I never noticed. So, what, they escaped?

[sunshnesongster]

"Catfish are my homeboys" that'd make a wonderful t-shirt slogan for you.

Escaped, were let loose, died, ran away, were eaten, are hiding-- all are equally likely possibilities...except maybe the "were eaten part." I don't know if anyone could stomach y'all twice.

[earthshakin]

You think I'll be stuck here long enough to justify getting that t-shirt made?

Zeus would give anyone indigestion, yeah. Too bad. Hades might go down better with some salt.

How long you been here, kid?

[sunshnesongster]

Almost nine months exactly. I could give you specifics, but I'm sure you're not really interested.

It goes a lot slower than you'd think. Maybe you should get the t-shirt.

[earthshakin]

No need details, I was just wondering if I had a chance in Tartarus of getting out here anytime soon. Your powers of prophecy tell you anything useful about that?

I think someone needs to get that Medusa a t-shirt.

[sunshnesongster]

You cause any natural disasters lately?

[earthshakin]

You hear about that earthquake in New Zealand? All me, man.

[sunshnesongster]

Impressing a lady friend?

[earthshakin]

Nah, I don't need tricks to impress the ladies.