*Throws in two Drachma*
Me: Jupiter, New York New York.
*Waits*
Me: Stupid Iris Message! It ate my Drachmas! *Curses in Roman*
*Mist appears*
Me: Thank the gods! Dad! Dad!
Zeus: What? Who are you?
Why do you keep calling me "dad"?
Me: Oh come on! Give me a break, sorry Zeus, I asked for the Roman version of you, you will probably know me better that way.
Zeus: Oh, wait just one second then. *Zeus starts turning bright*
Me:
Jupiter! Finally, thank the gods.
Jupiter: Oh, hello son!
. Why do you call?
Me: Um, yeah, dad, I have a problem...
*1 Minute left*
Jupiter: Make it quick son!
Me: It's about the greeks.
Jupiter: What about them?
Me: Well, they are... how do you say this... they're kind of getting on m- *10 seconds*
Jupiter: Son, I have to go, anyway, the mist is about to disappear. By the way, there is something I have to tell you, there is a traitor at your camp, it-
*Mist disappears*
Me: Darn...
Mist: Would you like to save this?
Me: Yeah, and don't forget about the part where Zeus turns into Jupiter.
Mist: Message saved.
