The Wrath of Poseidon

Posedion was indignant at the rejection of his offering. It was not the stature of gods to take mercy upon a simple fish, a binary one at that. Poseidon picked this stupid Great Decision Fish and flipped it far into the air. As it tumbled head over fin towards the stratosphere where it experienced a frosting of its scaly exterior then an almost immediate defrosting as it hurtled earthward, Poseidon was asking himself a series of random questions. As the Great Decision Fish punched into the loam, Poseidon peered into the ensuing hole to discern the answer to his question was yes. He grinned, his mood restored and sauntered away, whistling. His question was: "Should I screw Attica again?"

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