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Thor boomed with laughter as Loki continued the tale:

Hermes arrived with a message shortly before Mercury. It was a copy of the Aeneid, which Homer grabbed and threw to Cerberus, hoping to finish his reading of the catalog of ships.

Odin guffawed, knowing the tedium of the catalog of ships, what they carry, who rides upon them. “Get on with it Homer!” he shouted, shoving an entire leg of venison down his throat, and pulling it clean with hardly a mastication.

Loki went on…

In the courtroom, the Gods, Roman and Greek, waited while the jury adjourned. Saturn sped up time, impatient, while Chronos slowed it down. Jupiter started making eyes at Hera, while Juno was eying Apollo.

Zeus, falling short of the hypotenuse to that Pythagorean situation, got a bit peeved and started juggling lightning to make the mortals hurry it up. “Hurry up,” Zeus hollered.

Loki, sensing that he had jumped the shark as Odin’s eyes glazed, and Thor made lightning of his own, quickly put Clash of the Titans into the VCR .