“Well, that was…painful.” He says fixing you with a gaze that holds the weight of divine responsibility.
“Now Andre, my earthly companion," Zeus continues, his voice resonating through the cosmic arena, "it's crucial that you maintain the illusion in the Underworld. Any tasks Hades gives you - it's imperative that you play along, complete his whimsical challenges, and keep up appearances. We wouldn't want him sniffing around for anything suspicious, would we?" He winks at you. "Don't worry - complete them all and I'll make it worth your while."
"Now where were we? Ah yes. The key to true awareness," he declares, "is less about the mundane exterior and more about the carnival of chaos inside your noggin. Self-awareness, my mortal-turned-companion! It's a crucial trait for us deities. Take me, for instance. I'm self-aware enough to acknowledge that, no matter how many times Hera and I banter, next Thursday is my day to grace Earth. Picture this: a divine toad with a pitchfork in one hand and a banana in the other, ready to weave tales of... well, let's not delve into the sordid specifics. And that, my dear Andre, is precisely why I need you."
Zeus leans in, a mischievous glint in his stormy eyes.
"So, here's the deal, my earthly sidekick. Don't flub this, Andre. I want you to dig deep into that mortal mind of yours. Somewhere in the recesses of your gray matter lies the key to a happier, more self-aware existence. Find it, embrace it, and who knows, you might just survive this godly rollercoaster with your sanity intact."