The Teatime Of Infinity
"I'm rather hesitant about giving our powers to this guy," said another of the twelve, this one female. "Just because this Will has accidentally transended reality due to our power doesn't mean anything."
"Actually," said another. "That's exactly why we should do it. I mean, it's our fault."
"You always say that!" shouted yet another. "I mean, look at what happened when we allowed Serisun to join our ranks!" The God pointed in the corner, where a man whose appearance was so old and decrepit, he was scary beyond reason. "I mean, the only thing he ever does with his power is turn people into Llamas!"
The Dodecateagroup began to argue amongst themselves. Well, actually, just eleven of Them. Serisun was humming a catchy song about llamas he had heard on some internet site. Eventually, the arguement came to a standstill.
"Look," said the first, who was the unofficial leader, "We don't have to give him our powers just yet. Let's just invite him to the party, okay?"
"But I thought we gave up tea for our New Eon's resolution!" shouted a rather fat God in the corner.
"Yes," the first replied, "But it's clear that Infinity is leaking the tea set's power. Let's just invite the kid. We could always smite him."
Murmurs of agreement echoed through the chamber at the mention of smiting.
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The Gods returned to Infinity after their long leave of absence. For the second time in all of creation, a mortal was among their midst. They were paying him no heed, however. The arguement started up again after the last of the tea cups had been passed out.
Will was not worried. He was still hallucinating after becoming one with the Universe for a brief period of time. Hands are amazing! thought Will. They grab stuff...and they poke things...but they're grabable...and pokeable...pokeable...pokéball...don't they get cramped in there? Cramps...heh...sounds like crap.
"Crap!" shouted Will, bursting into a giggle fit.
"Actually," said another. "That's exactly why we should do it. I mean, it's our fault."
"You always say that!" shouted yet another. "I mean, look at what happened when we allowed Serisun to join our ranks!" The God pointed in the corner, where a man whose appearance was so old and decrepit, he was scary beyond reason. "I mean, the only thing he ever does with his power is turn people into Llamas!"
The Dodecateagroup began to argue amongst themselves. Well, actually, just eleven of Them. Serisun was humming a catchy song about llamas he had heard on some internet site. Eventually, the arguement came to a standstill.
"Look," said the first, who was the unofficial leader, "We don't have to give him our powers just yet. Let's just invite him to the party, okay?"
"But I thought we gave up tea for our New Eon's resolution!" shouted a rather fat God in the corner.
"Yes," the first replied, "But it's clear that Infinity is leaking the tea set's power. Let's just invite the kid. We could always smite him."
Murmurs of agreement echoed through the chamber at the mention of smiting.
[hr]
The Gods returned to Infinity after their long leave of absence. For the second time in all of creation, a mortal was among their midst. They were paying him no heed, however. The arguement started up again after the last of the tea cups had been passed out.
Will was not worried. He was still hallucinating after becoming one with the Universe for a brief period of time. Hands are amazing! thought Will. They grab stuff...and they poke things...but they're grabable...and pokeable...pokeable...pokéball...don't they get cramped in there? Cramps...heh...sounds like crap.
"Crap!" shouted Will, bursting into a giggle fit.