[reverential classical music playing] [thunder rumbles, claps] Zeus, we made the world. Honor me. That's a command, not a request. [man 1] Blessed Olympia… [indistinct murmuring] You're the king of the gods.
Power is delegation. -[moans with pleasure]
-[siren wailing] Who did this? Who has desecrated the gods? [sighs wearily] We used to have fun. [classical music becomes lively] [yelling] -[tires screech]
-[cheering] Leave him. Your love is dead. I know my prophecy, Mom. I want your help. [voice over PA] Welcome back
to the underworld. Everything's going to be okay. -[gasping]
-[lively music continues] [dramatic chord, music ends] -[answering machine beeps]
-Hello? Ares, it's Pop. Apollo. Um, hello, Aphrodite. Artemis? It's Daddy. This is Papooza. Pick up the phone. [dramatic musical flourish]