Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" Just remember, if you drink 40 million glasses of water, you'll fulfill the equivalent of one Vicodin. So, bottoms up!
Two days after I poured a whole bottle of Triple Sec at the feet of the dread Tiki (see below), he departed as mysteriously as he came. He's gone, there's no sign of him. Nor are there the charred ashes of a bonfire.
Such are the ways of the bored gods. Is your god too busy to answer your prayers? Our operators are standing by to take your call.