Thank Zeus, I thought I was late. I slept through my hourglass. You are late, foolish Linkus. Greek God registration is nearly over, they told me hours ago that I had the last appointment. Well, I’m coming with you. If I missed out on this my parents would absolutely smite me. Welcome Rhettus to the God registry, please state your divine preference. I, Rhettus, would like to be the God of War. And I would like to be the God of Partying whoo. Whose voice is that? Do you seek a divine purpose as well? Tis Linkus, sir, God of Partying hopefully. God of War has been assigned to Aries. God of Wine and Partying has been appointed to Dionysus. Okay, uh, God of Love? Eros. The Sea? Poseidon. What about Roads? Why do you want to be the God of Roads. Everybody uses them. Hermes got that one. That one’s even taken? Roads? If you wanted something good, you should have gotten here earlier. What is even left? Oh, slim pickin’s. Nope, sorry Janice has claimed God of Pickin’s. God of Pocket Lint? God of Cutting Your Fingernails Too Short? These options are terrible! God of Pre-packaged Gas Station Sushi? God of Slipping on Black Ice In A Crowded Parking Lot? I’m getting fed up with you two. Choose or pay the price! Come on man, are you sure there isn’t anything cooler I can be a God of? Oh, I’ll go with God of Outie Belly Buttons. Done! But I don’t want to be any of these things, man. There’s got to be something else. It appears your choice is: I choose for you. Please welcome Rhettus, the Greek God of Outie Belly Buttons. Hey, they’re easier to clean. And Linkus, The Greek God of Wearing Your Shirt Inside Out On Accident And Not Noticing For Like Half Of Your Day.