"Well then," the roll of thunder tumbled, bellowed, jaunted with the partner of an unknown scheme in all and each alcove of the glory of this forum. "We've much to attend to, Poseidon. Three tasks today are set before us, indeed, there's much to do." The Dictator of the Divine stood resplendently to stance with a sliding rearrangement of Heaven white materials. His bare chest, over the heart, was struck thrice gently. An eagle, at the rising of its master, soared from a rafter and perched at the crown-back of the throne's seat.
"Shall we do this the old fashioned way, or use the chariot?"
Vince eyed Paul, invisibly trying to send him a psychic message of: THE FUCKING CHARIOT PLEASE.