Bad Ideas
“I’m sorry, you did what?”
“I chained up you know who.”
“I’m sorry, Sis, you’ll have to be more specific. There’s way too many people with unspeakable names nowadays. There’s this Dryad I know, real stuck up, and she’s going on and on about how no one can say her name now because it’s too magical and mysterious and I’m like, girl, it’s not all that and a box of ambrosia, Iknow what her real name is-”
“Thanatos, okay? I chained up Thanatos.”
“….”
“Yeah. That’s why I got to roll this rock.”
“Well. That was stupid.”
“Thanks for the encouragement, ‘rope.”
“Well, what did you think? The guy’s Death, Sis. You can’t just go picking on Death.:”
“Well, I did. Thus the rock.”
“So, what, you have to roll the rock to the top of this hill?”
“That’s what they told me.”
“Doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Yeah. I got a bad feeling though.”
“Okay, look, I’ll help. It’s just a stupid rock, how hard can it be?”
“Thanks, ‘rope.””
“Just promise me you won’t do anything else stupid like picking on You Know Who, okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I promise. You don’t got any of that ambrosia around, do you?”
“Sorry, but it’s not on the menu. Elektra took the last of it.”
“Oh. Ah, well. It’s just I wanted a snack. Rolling this rock and all…”
“I’ll check with Elektra. Maybe there’s some left.”
“Thanks again, ‘rope. You’re the best.”
“You too, Sis. You too.”
