Therefore, please give a warm, wonderful, Gods-Are-Bored welcome to Ancient Stan, the bored God of Ultimate Respect!
Anne: All hail, Stan!
Stan: The "all hail" is acceptable. But you must address me as Sir Stan, Sir.
Anne: Wait a minute! Are you in the Corps?
Stan: No, but I admire the way they do things. Respect! Yes sir! Have you ever noticed that all gods demand respect?
Anne: Actually, no. Some deities don't care that much about respect.
Stan: About respect, what?
Anne: Huh?
Stan: ABOUT RESPECT, WHAT?
Anne: Oh! About respect, Sir Stan, Sir!
Stan: Better. But you're not on your knees with your nose to the ground.
Anne: Ah, you're one of those gods.
Stan: I don't like your tone. What do you mean, one of those gods?
Anne: All I mean, Sir Stan, Sir, is that you seem more bent upon getting respect than upon bestowing blessings or curing the ills of the world.
Stan: Wrong, insolent modern mortal! I will bestow blessings upon you abundantly when you accord Me the proper respect! Respect comes first, and then you get a treat!
Anne: I think I'm in rebellion against that model, actually. But it never hurts to be polite.
Stan: REBELLION? I SMITE rebellion! Disrespect me, and I'll send you a tornado! And you know what else? I don't even have to OPENLY SEE the disrespect. If I THINK you're disrespecting me, I will rot the crops with too much water!
Anne: Yes sir, Sir Stan, Sir! Far be it from me to want the crops rotted in the fields! Oh, wait. It's wintertime. I have a question for you, Sir Stan, Sir. Here. Let me get down on my knees...
(Anne has creaky knees, especially when it's going to rain.)
Anne: Nose to the ground ... wow, this is awkward. Why do people do this?
Stan: TO HUMBLE THEMSELVES! You are extremely cheeky. You are trying My patience.
Anne: You're not the first to notice my cheekiness, Sir Stan, Sir. Is this totally prostrate posture good enough for you?
Stan: How old are you?
Anne: I'll call you "Sir" all night, but I won't tell you that.
Stan: WHERE'S MY TORNADO?
Anne: Golly, you are impossible, Sir Stan, Sir! My nose is practically putting a dent in the linoleum! I just wanted to ask ... This whole respect thing ... How did it work out for You? What happened to Your praise and worship team?
Stan: They forgot to show Me respect, so I sent tornadoes and crop failure. Then a neighboring tribe took over their land and enslaved. them.
Anne: I guess You showed them, huh? But where did that leave You, if Your praise and worship team got walloped?
Stan: I had My respect intact. And I was busy doing other things.
Anne: Other things, Sir Stan, Sir? What could possibly be more important for a deity than having a praise and worship team?
Stan: I was having Children. Strong, strapping Sons. Wait until I leave before you rise from the floor.
6 comments:
It's good to see a Bored God back at The Gods are Bored, but did you have to invite Stan? I knew Him well, once.
It was a tough break-up, but it's all water under the bridge now.
Good luck with the tip of that nose.
Cliff
::SNORT::
Haha! Stan seems...wait, I mean Sir Stan Sir seems interesting haha! How's the nose?
My nose is all stuffed up. I must have breathed in cat fur and parrot feathers.
The Goddess Freya said Stan needs a good kick in the balls.
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