Tossing back the first Scotch, Apollo slid the glass back for another. "I don't think the world's ready for that brawl, thanks." Snerking, he picked up the fresh glass and tapped a finger against its smooth surface.

"Well, if you do decide to get into it, give me a week's warning first. I'll be checking the classifieds in another galaxy, see if they need any patron gods in a distant universe."