Bacchus, wearing snorkel and mask, emerges from grape juice, now died a sort of regal purple from head to toe

I've been down there over an hour digging the pistonoid, workmanlike movements of your feet, and i have to say I'm damned impressed, especially in the middle of my back where Big Mick stepped on me. You are all to be commended. Anybody want to borrow the snorkel?

Now where's that danged virgin? My juice-proof watch tells me it's quarter til sacrifice o'clock! But you know, I don't like the look of those thunderheads building up around Olympus there. I believe my step-Dad Dr Zeus might be cooking up a few lightning bolts for my guests.

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