''I LOVE FRIED CHICKEN!'' Apollo and Hermes yelled as they rushed down the malls as they ran for the nearest KFC.

Artemis groaned. Sometimes catching up with them felt like she was trying to catch the Ceryneian Hind. They were both light, fast, and practically impossible to follow/kill.

''Wait up!'' yelled Athena. But by then, the gods were long gone and out of earshot. She sighed for what was the twelfth time of the day. ''There's literally a KFC… right beside us.''

But nope. They were long gone, leaving behind a trail of wind and curious mortals staring in the wake of the duo.

''Those idiots…'' muttered Artemis under her breath. She turned to Athena, then to the KFC next to her. '''Least it'll be less crowded, I guess.''

If Hades thought that it was crowded in the mall, then this was a nightmare.

McDonalds was jam-packed with people. There were laughs and cheers all around, but most importantly—these people would not shut up.

And he thought that the Asphodel Fields were bad enough.

Hades groaned, and tried to find an unseated-seat. To his surprise, there was none.

The horror, he thought.

The smell of death was strong in the Fast-Food Palace, to an extent where Hades almost couldn't even feel his own aura. He wondered if this was the reason why his son liked to summon the dead with Hamburgers and Fries.

He offhandedly wondered if it was worth all the paperwork to blast everyone here to oblivion, just for some peace and quiet. It wasn't that bad of an idea, and a few extra pieces of paperwork he could handle. But then, he imagined what Persephone would say in his mind. ''Don't go around killing everyone. It's not very nice,'' and Demeter's ''we don't need more of the stench of the dead in here.''

He couldn't have cared less about Demeter, but Persephone was his wife—and no, he didn't need to go through the whole ''mother screams at god of Underworld for kidnapping her daughter'' speech again. Wasn't very good for his health.

''Oh no dude, I think we shrugged them off!''

Apollo and Hermes cackled gleefully, and high-fived each other. ''HELL YEAH!''

They grinned for a few blissful moments, as all they saw was each other, their surroundings, and nothing else.

''Wait a second…'' Hermes turned around, taking in their surroundings, and froze. Almost a bare whisper, he breathed: ''Dude… there's something wrong…''

Apollo, jolted out of his rejoice, stared alarmed at Hermes. ''What is it, bro?''

A sound suspiciously close to a sob wheezed from the back Hermes' throat. ''There's no KFC here…''

Their screams of ''NO!'' could be heard miles abound.

Hera was busy waiting for their food when she heard a gigantic NO echo in the mall.

She furrowed her eyebrow. She should probably check it out, but she was too busy sipping the free water from McDonalds to care.

''Okay, what would you like to order…?'' Athena scratched her head as she stared at the menu, along with a disgruntled Dionysus, a bored Artemis, a frustrated Ares, and a tinkering Hephaestus.

''Hmm… my preference would be the Spaghetti with Fries combo, but it's up to you,'' Artemis suggested. She squinted at the menu.

''Just get a bucket of Spicy Fried Chicken and get it over with!'' said Ares not-so-softly, causing a few glares from the surrounding mortals. Huh, Athena thought. Maybe that's why he's angry all the time.

''A bucket of fried chicken… alright,'' she managed to mutter to her War Counterpart. ''And the Spaghetti with Fries combo. What else?''

''Chicken A La King,'' Hephaestus offered offhandedly. At their stares, he shrugged, still tinkering with his mechanics. ''What? It's my go-to food.''

''Fair enough,'' Athena replied. She mentally noted down A La King in her to-order list. She looked at the provided picture in the menu. It seemed tasty enough, and didn't appear to be incredibly unhealthy or anything.

Her eyes travelled to Dionysus, who had downed three whole bottles since they entered the premise. All the Olympians collectively stared at him, until his sullen eyes travelled from the bottle to meet them. ''What?''

''What would you like to eat?'' Athena tried to keep the irritation and sarcasm out of her voice, but alas, she failed spectacularly.

''I don't mind.'' Another swig of his bottle. He motioned towards Ares, who suddenly seemed a lot less annoyed. ''Hey, you. Pick for me.''

''HECK YES!' Athena's eyes bulged at the supposed War God's cry. Excitement overtook his crass features. ''ANOTHER BUCKET OF CHICKEN!''

''Okay…'' Athena really wasn't sure what else to say. ''Let's order?''

''For the love of my beard, stop complaining about the service!'' groaned Poseidon. He mentally debated whether if he should douse the gods in water, even to awaken them a little bit.

It was really stupid. At first Demeter complained about the ''small variety in vegetarian options'' with disapproval, then Hera complained about ''the lack of proper respect and service that one should give to a goddess'', and after that Aphrodite complained about how ''no one was complimenting her looks, like they were supposed to!'' and Zeus complained about everyone else complaining, and it all descended from there.

Personally, he didn't understand the vendetta they had against McDonald's—after all, a moment ago they were all praising themselves for the love of McDonalds. It was like they were movie critics or something!

To be honest, Poseidon was just glad that they didn't sell anything related to fishes. It was a bit of a low-key Demeter-loves-wheat-too-much-to-harvest-them episode, but fish lives were important! They shouldn't be sacrificed just to satisfy a mortal's appetite. And honestly, Poseidon was glad (and beyond proud) that McDonald's decided to adopt the ''no fishes killed'' ideal.

He decided to voice it out. Clearing his throat, he addressed the arguing Olympians:

''Although all of you may dislike McDonalds, I personally think it's a brilliant Fast-Food chain. After all, they are cheap, widespread—'' at the glares of a few passing employees, he coughed. ''What I meant was, they are vegetarian-friendly, are trying to be more healthy, and the best of all…'' Poseidon grinned happily. ''They don't kill fishes!''

He expected the Olympians to let out a round of applause at his speech, but they just stared at him, bewildered. Aphrodite raised a hand.

He was a bit irritated that Aphrodite decided to interrupt his upcoming round of applause, but nevertheless he nodded to the goddess of Love. ''Yes?''

Was it just him, or did Aphrodite smile coyly? ''You do realise that they sell Fish O' Fillet Burgers, yes?''

And it was in that instant when Poseidon's smile was drained off his face, and was replaced with something else. Something dark. Something scary.

And the Olympians wisely decided that this was not the time to mess with him, and went with the round of applause.

Thanks for catching up! I'd like to thank you all for your reading, reviews and support—it means a lot! :D About this chapter: Like mentioned last chapter, since the votes were even for both McDonalds and KFC when I was tallying, I chose to write for both—and this is the (part 1 / 2) end result!

Here are the updated votes (phew!):

A. McDonalds - 5 votes

B. KFC - 2 votes

C. Therapy - 2 votes

Queen of Poptarts, Meistar, Blueprincess101, and procrastinatingmushroomfangirl - thank you for your reviews and support throughout! :D I'd also like to thank everyone who's fav'd/follow'd/read the story (obviously!) :D

The next chapter will be about McDonalds / KFC, and the chapter after that we'll officially start with what you all came here for—the Gods go to Therapy! Regarding Guest Girl's suggestions on the identity of the Therapist (thanks for the suggestions btw!) — I won't disclose who it is, but I do have to say that it will be a bit like an OC. But not really...