five.

[heliolatrous]

[ Another beautiful day in the City. The weather is weathery, there might be birds...

...and there's a cymbal-clapping, sirenish-screeching toy monkey.

On fire.

With one angry god looking down at it. ]

...why won't you shut up already?

[ Clearly, you should bother him. And/or join in abusing said toy monkey. ]

Comments

[umathematic]

... the fuck are you doing?

[heliolatrous]

What does it look like? It was annoying me, so I set it on fire.

[umathematic]

So? The shitty thing's still going!

[heliolatrous]

Like you could do any better!

[umathematic]

Of course I could! A five-year-old with a knife could break that!

[heliolatrous]

Well, I'm a god, and I can't. So there!

[umathematic]

Che, a god of what? Loud, annoying shit?

[heliolatrous]

Don't be stupid! I'm Apollo.

1/2

[umathematic]

A--

[umathematic]

[ ... yeah, no. ]

You can't be fucking serious.

[heliolatrous]

Good, I was getting sick of explaining who I was to these morons.

[umathematic]

You're the moron if you think anyone's going to buy that story.

[heliolatrous]

Hey! It's true!

[umathematic]

Setting shit on fire doesn't make you god of the sun!

[heliolatrous]

Are you seriously that stupid? I'm a god because I am!

[umathematic]

Don't call me stupid with that shitty argument! You couldn't even get rid of a dancing monkey!