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Zeus needed someone to blame, so of course he’d picked the handsomest, most talented, most popular god in the pantheon: me.
I will never understand how you mortals tolerate it. You live your entire life trapped in a sack of meat,
Part of me wanted to fend her off with a chair in case she decided to bite me.
I got the impression I might have said something wrong, though I couldn’t imagine what.
Zeus did not answer. He was probably too busy recording my humiliation to share on Snapchat.
‘Horrors!’ I cried. ‘Is that – Is that acne?’