Zeus’s Revenge
Zeus was two and a half liters into a crate of diet soda. His eyes were spinning like pinwheels made of big top tents. He snorted a line of cocaine and put his ham fists to either side of his jaw to thwart the grinding. His eyes banged closed. Despite the spinning in his brain, Zeus had never felt better. His massive fingers buzzed with lightning and his heart was a fireball. His whole body throbbed with power. As he spoke, his profound, thunderous voice shook Olympus to submission.
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Hera was doing her usual nodding and smiling routine. Zeus was going on about one thing or another. This time, something about an eagle with a taste for liver. White flecks of foam formed in the corners of his mouth as his loony eyes lit up with some tired, murderous plot. He started in on other body parts he thought Titans might grow back.
“I really think the liver is sufficient, Zeus.”
Zeus didn’t hear her. He was giggling into his robes. He belched his name then asked Hera if she wanted to come throw some shit off the mountain with him.
