All right…no one's getting tortured in this chapter. So, without further ado, here is the "explanation" of what the Hades is going on from here! Hope you like this!

CHAPTER 9: THE GODS AREN'T QUALIFIED DOCTORS!

After Athena's follow-up appointment the following week, Zeus wasn't sure about the mortal dentist thing. So that's why he called a meeting at six in the morning to discuss new plans.

"Zeus!" yelled Hera. "How dare you call a meeting this early? I'm tired!"

"Tough nuts," Zeus said.

"Ha-ha," Apollo smirked. "He said nuts."

"So, who hasn't had their teeth pulled yet?" Zeus asked. He and Hera raised their hands, as well as Apollo, Ares, Artemis, Dionysus, Hephaestus, and Hestia. "Excellent!" Zeus said happily. "Well, I don't like these mortal dentists very much. First of all, the nurses can't do small-talk. Secondly, they're expensive. I realize that we're gods and money doesn't matter too much, but still…" He glared at them all. "So, we'll be doing surgeries here!"

"This is gonna be a pain in the ass," said Ares.

"No, Ares," said Zeus, "just in pain in your jaw…and maybe your head. I realize that all of you aren't qualified to be dentists and assistants, but it doesn't matter. We're immortal; we cannot die!"

"How will this work, Lord Zeus?" Hestia asked from the hearth.

"Well, Hestia, I'm glad you asked!" Zeus said cheerfully. He snapped his fingers. A large book appeared. On its cover, there was a picture of the Empire State Building. "This is the appointment book. For those who haven't gotten their teeth pulled yet, you'll need to fill out a time. There shall be one appointment per day."

"Who are the doctors?" asked Hera.

"Well, we'll choose when we get the patients, dear," said Zeus. "So…yes, Apollo?"

"Are we using laughing gas or what?"

"Yes. You'll probably be just as high as though you were in the dentist chair on Earth. Anymore questions I need to waste my time answering?"

No one had anything else to say.

"Excellent!" Zeus threw the book on the floor. "Make your appointments now!"

Hephaestus ran as fast as he could to the appointment book, whipped out a pen, and signed his name for the following morning.

"Wow, lucky you," Ares smirked. "Wouldn't it be weird if you got Mom or Dad as your dentist?"

"Sure…maybe…I don't know." Hephaestus handed the pen to Ares, who signed up for an appointment, then handed the pen off to Hestia.

In the appointment book, there was a note:

Dear Olympians (and anyone else who wishes to go through absolute hell):

Thank you for making your appointment! We hope you are well cared for by our doctors at the Olympian Medical Center (just some crazy name for the Throne Room now). Yeah, so basically, you'll be in a ton of pain for a while.

Have a nice day,

Zeus, King of the Freaking Almighty Gods =)