"I suppose it's not the gods up to a bit of ungodliness on the side?" said Ridcully, clutching at one last straw. "A couple of 'em had a bit of a tiff or something? Messing around with golden apples or something?"
"It's very quiet on the god front right now," said the Chief Priest. His eyes glazed as he spoke, apparently reading from a script inside his head. "Hyperopia, goddess of shoes, thinks that Sandelfon, god of corridors, is the long-lost twin brother of Grune, god of unseasonal fruit. Who put the goat in the bed of Offler, the Crocodile God? Is Offler forging an alliance with Seven-handed Sek? Meanwhile, Hoki the Jester is up to his old tricks-"
"Yes, yes, all right," said Ridcully. "I've never been able to get interested in all that stuff, myself."
"It's very quiet on the god front right now," said the Chief Priest. His eyes glazed as he spoke, apparently reading from a script inside his head. "Hyperopia, goddess of shoes, thinks that Sandelfon, god of corridors, is the long-lost twin brother of Grune, god of unseasonal fruit. Who put the goat in the bed of Offler, the Crocodile God? Is Offler forging an alliance with Seven-handed Sek? Meanwhile, Hoki the Jester is up to his old tricks-"
"Yes, yes, all right," said Ridcully. "I've never been able to get interested in all that stuff, myself."
Nothing like watching your relatives fight, I always say.
— Ares, Percy Jackson and the Olympians
