Dionysus slowly raised his head from his hands to look at Aphrodite. Beside him, Vivian was rubbing his back in a comforting manner, a look of anxious concern on her face. "We are screwed," he muttered. "We are so screwed. There's going to be something waiting for us that's gonna roto-rooter our asses as soon as we get near it." His head sank back into his hands as he continued, "It's probably going to be something poetic, too. All like... appropriate and shit." He sighed. "It's bad enough that they fuck with us, but it's their attitude that really gets on my balls..."