A/N - Hi, I'm back! Happy spring equinox! (It was actually on Friday, but that doesn't matter.)
After the chaos of the last chapter, this discussion will be rather calm...or will it be?
Fanfiction, Mortal Website, Creates Hermes/Apollo: Unaware of the possible consequences of their actions, the mortals of have written about romance between Hermes and Apollo.
Hermes: Wait. Something went wrong. Artemis, you said you disabled Aphrodite!
Artemis: I said I knocked her out. It doesn't last. Unfortunately.
Hermes: Very unfortunately. Well, will you knock her out again?
Artemis: I do not take orders from men.
Hermes: Did you not read that article? She wrote about...about...about me...me with...Apollo...
Aphrodite: I told you I'd find an article to put you in!
Hermes: Aphrodite, you...you...
Artemis: Lovesick weasel?
Hermes: Yes! Aphrodite, you're a lovesick weasel!
Ares: Heh. Aphrodite, lovesick weasel.
Aphrodite: Ares, not you too.
Ares: No, no. Not me. It's just hilarious. Lovesick weasel...*dies of laughter*
Aphrodite: There is no such thing as lovesick. Love is healthy. Very healthy. And I am not a weasel.
Hermes: You are too!
Aphrodite: Am not!
Hermes: Are too!
Aphrodite: Am not!
Hermes: You wrote about...me and Apollo. Like, together. That so makes you a weasel.
Aphrodite: Ares, kill this guy for me! He called me - the very representation of beauty - a weasel.
Hermes: I'm immortal. So, unfortunately, are you. So yeah, you can't kill me. Ares can't kill me.
Aphrodite: You called me a weasel!
Martha: Hermes, you called someone a weasel?
George: Yes, weasels! I like weasels! Yum! Tasty! Almost as good as rats!
Martha: You called someone a weasel, Hermes? Really?
Hermes: Martha, did you read that article? It was about me! Like, with Apollo!
Apollo: Someone said Apollo?
Hermes said my name
Aphrodite wrote 'bout me
I am so famous
George: Rats.
Apollo: Excuse me?
George: Do you have any rats?
Apollo: Rats? Why would I have rats?
George: No rats? That's a shame. I mean, you being a Greek god and all.
Martha: George, don't be rude.
Hermes: Apollo, did you read that...that article?
Apollo: Yep. Funny, wasn't it? I mean, Hermes/Apollo. Heh.
Hermes: Aphrodite is crazy.
Apollo: I know, right? She's a crazy weasel.
Aphrodite: Hephaestus, cut off their Internet connection.
Hephaestus: I didn't hear a please.
Aphrodite: Please?
Athena: Hold on, Hephaestus. You can't just cut them out when they're the very people featured in the article. And didn't you say you couldn't cut Apollo's Internet?
Hephaestus: She has a point.
Apollo: Heehee.
I see the future
You can't cut my Internet
'Cause I thought ahead
Zeus: I can remove your, ah, special sight if all it does is cause you to spout haikus.
Apollo: No, no, please don't!
Artemis: Please do. And, while you're at it, maybe remind him that I'm older.
Apollo: Wait! Lord Zeus, this isn't a haiku! And Artemis, I'm older!
Artemis: Actually, I am.
Thalia Grace: She's older.
Apollo: Thalia, I'm older! Tell her that!
Thalia Grace: I don't lie to Lady Artemis.
Artemis: We all know I'm older. We're twins - but I'm older.
Zeus: She's older.
Artemis: See?
Apollo: Go away, Artemis.
Hermes: I say, go away, Aphrodite, you lovesick weasel.
Aphrodite: I am not a weasel!
Hermes: And I am not currently in a romantic relationship with my half brother.
Aphrodite: I'm not a weasel.
Artemis: You're a weasel.
Apollo: Artemis, you're the weasel.
Artemis: No, I'm your older sister.
Apollo: I'm older!
Artemis: No, I am. And you're a weasel.
Apollo: I am not!
Artemis: You are too!
Apollo: Am not!
Artemis: Are too!
Apollo: Am not!
Artemis: Are too!
Demeter: Now, now, calm down. Eat some cereal.
Apollo: I don't like cereal. Demeter, you're a weasel.
Demeter: Hey!
Apollo: Weasel.
Demeter: I will make you eat cereal, I will!
Apollo: Wow, terrifying.
Demeter: Fear the cereal!
Apollo: Yeah, I'm shaking with fear.
Demeter: Here it is! Apollo, fear the cereal of destruction!
Apollo: You're a weasel.
Hades: Yeah, Demeter, you are.
Demeter: HADES! You weasel! You took my daughter, forced her to stay with you, as your bride! You are a weasel, Hades, that's what you are! A weasel!
Apollo: Hades, you're a weasel.
Hades: No, you are!
Apollo: No, you are!
Hermes: Aphrodite, you're a weasel!
Aphrodite: No, I'm not! Artemis doesn't believe in love! She's a weasel!
Artemis: I am quite godly, thank you. Not a weasel.
Apollo: Artemis! You're a weasel!
Artemis: I'm a goddess, Apollo. You're the weasel.
Zeus: Poseidon, you're a weasel.
Poseidon: No, Zeus, you're a weasel. Not me.
Hades: Zeus, Poseidon, you both are weasels!
Zeus: Oh, really?
Poseidon: All of you, you're all weasels! I dare all you weasels to meet me at Hebe's shrine. I dare you. There I'm going to prove to you that you're weasels.
Athena: Artemis, you shouldn't have made that first weasel comment. I mean, look at that stampede. Poor Hebe.
Artemis: Sorry. Well, look at them go. About time, too.
Athena: Well, what'd you expect?
Artemis: Good point. They're men, after all.
Athena: And none too intelligent.
Artemis: Right again.
Athena: Oh, I know.
Artemis: Hephaestus?
Hephaestus: Yeah?
Athena: I think it's time to close down the forum for today.
Hephaestus: Yeah. I agree. It looks like we're the only people still here, anyways. Bye. Argue with you soon.
A/N - Who do you think is the real weasel?