Aphrodite: Hermes, dear, where's my comb?
Hermes: what's a comb?
Aphrodite: you mean you don't know?
Hermes: know what?
Aphrodite: what a comb is!
Hermes: what's that?
Aphrodite: it looks like this dear *picks up another comb*
Hermes: OMG! WHAT'S THAT? KEEP THAT FOUL CREATURE AWAY FROM ME! *dives behind a chair*
Aphrodite: no need to be afraid, Hermes, the comb won't hurt you.
Hermes: it won't?
Aphrodite: of course not!
Hermes: how do you know!
Aphrodite: because combs have no lives, they are not living.
Hermes: you have officially offended the comb.
Aphrodite: it has no feelings.
Hermes: I just saw it's heart break.
Aphrodite: it has no heart!
Hermes: I just saw it's soul crushed.
Aphrodite: it has no soul!
Hermes: Of course it does! I lead millions of combs into the Underworld!
Aphrodite: I thought you didn't know what a comb is.
Hermes: I don't.
Aphrodite: but you just said… nevermind. Can you please leave, I must go and see to relationships.
Hermes: why?
Aphrodite: because if I don't see them, everybody's lives would be boring!
Hermes: why?
Aphrodite: there would be no heart-break, spicing up, or romantic words!
Hermes: why?
Aphrodite: because I'm not there to help them!
Hermes: why?
Aphrodite: because you keep me here with your insolence!
Hermes: why?
Aphrodite: ask yourself that!
Hermes: why?
Aphrodite: because I cannot answer it!
Hermes: why?
Aphrodite: why not?
Hermes: why what?
Aphrodite: why what what?
Hermes: huh?
Aphrodite: who?
Hermes: what?
Aphrodite: when?
Hermes: where?
Aphrodite: how?
Hermes: NEWEST EDITION OF VOGUE MAGAZINE BEHIND YOU!
Aphrodite: where?
Hermes: nowhere.
Aphrodite: WHY ARE YOU HERE HERMES?
Hermes: to tell you that I took the creature you call 'comb'.
Aphrodite: are you gonna give it back.
Hermes: Umm… no. *poofs out*
Aphrodite: HERMES!
Hermes: *poofs in* LADIES SERIOUSLY!
Aphrodite: what?
Hermes: you have a package.
Aphrodite: Ooh! What is it!
Hermes: Martha, first package please. *snake spits out a coupon to Salon De Moon*
Aphrodite: what is this?
Hermes: you need it. Your hairstyle is like sooo last year. Men usually go for the hardcore, gothic mowhawk chicks. *poofs out* Aphrodite: Eek! He's right! I have to go right away!

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Aphrodite walks in with shaved hair and a hot pink mowhawk. She's wearing gothic make-up and gothic clothes with a spiked dog collar and spiked rock boots.
Ares: Uh, Aphrodite, what happened to your hair?
Aphrodite: don't you just love it? It's the new fashion.
Ares: Uh, sure you look… great.
Hermes: HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OMG Aphrodite! You totally look amazing! You should so try out for Top Model! Hahahaha!
Aphrodite: you think so?
Hermes: I know so!
Aphrodite: you know what? I'm going to do that right now! *poofs out*
Ares: you know you're about to get heaps of mortals killed.
Hermes: YES! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ares: let me guess, you're hyped up on Mother, or some other energy drink Hermes: YES! AND I ACCIDENTLY INJECTED ADRENALIN INTO MY BODY! HAHAHAHAHA! Ares: Oh Zeus *facepalms* Hermes: How awesome does Aphrodite look? Ares: WHAT THE ** DID YOU DO TO MY GIRLFRIEND YOU **! Hermes: keep it PG dude. I simply gave her some fashion tips. Ares: Oh no. Hermes: Heh. Bye. *poofs out*