MS2: 
DLD: Yeah, sorry about Entertainus. He likes a bit of a laugh.
MS2: [Rubbing his hand after falling prey to Entertainus’ electric hand shake buzzer]
Your brother you say?
DLD: Uh, yeah…. [guiding the hero away from his brother before Midnight Spectre 2.0 thumps Entertainus] We’ll see you later, bro.
Entertainus pulls out a long string of hankies from his pocket and blows his nose in farewell.
DLD: Ah. Here’s a relative you’ll like. Collectus!
Collectus: Greetings, Cleanforus!
MS2: Clean for us?
DLD: My godly name… um, Collectus here, is the god of comic book and related paraphernalia store owners.
MS2: I collect comics, and I’ve never heard of you before? Are you sure you’re not making this stuff up, DLD?
Collectus: Hmph. On occasion, I have walked your world in mortal guise. Perez. Perhaps you have heard of
him?
MS2: You’re Perez!?!
That explains a lot.
Collectus: Ah, here comes my wife. [the god calls to his wife] Megabitae!
A stunning blonde woman walks up to the group. She is naked, except for strategically placed pixelation effects covering her breasts and pubic region.
MS2: Megabitae? Goddess of message board users, right?
DLD: Hey, you’re getting good at this. How’d you guess?
MS2: Just a hunch.
Suddenly the door to the Grand Parlour bursts open and in walks…
Refundus: So, my good-for-nothing brother Zues, hath returned. Let’s get this levee started with, then.
MS2: How did a god of tax accountants end up in this Partyon?
DLD: He’s our equivalent of Hades. He is overlord of a dark lightless oppressive realm called the
Office.
MS2: Sounds horrible. And while we’re on the subject how did a god of janitors end up here too?
DLD: Someone has to clean up all the mess after all those parties.
Suddenly, Raevon - goddess of DJs and party, opens her mouth and a trumpet call sounds.
All of the gods and Midnight Spectre 2.0 turn to look at the raised dais, and out walks Pompus – god of celebrations.
Pompus looks like a small rotund middle-aged man. He also has a comb-over. His clothing is a couple of generations too young and one size too small for him. He wears a golden laurel on his head.
Pompus: Gweetings my bwothers and sisters, aunts and uncles – my fellow gods of the Pwartyon! Today is a most special occasion – the weturn of our bewoved Highfather – Zues!
The gods, except for Refundus give out a cheer.
Pompus: But first, we must conduct a woll-call. [Pompus produces a scroll] Annaversarae - of the land of Calenda. Goddess of public wholidays, birfdays, weddings and special occasions.
Annaversarae: Here, as scheduled, Pompus.
Pompus ticks off his aunt’s name.
Pompus: Bounca, goddess of bouncers and bwa-fights. Defender of the Wealm…
MS2: 
