} , asked Apollo, looking down from the head of the table at his various
} old associates, at least the ones who even bothered to show up. "I
} thought I might be able to do some good, but now I'm not so sure. I
} mean, look at yourselves. You're pathetic."
} The Oracle glanced across the room and shared a look with Leto.
} "I'm nothing now," continued Apollo. "I was a $600 Jeopardy
} question the other day. I shouldn't even be a $200 question! I should
} be a freakin' category!! Where's the SUPPORT? I MADE YOU PEOPLE!"
} Zeus raised his hand. "Um...look, 'Lo. I understand better than
} anybody about getting into the passionate speech zone, but I've got to
} point out that technically you didn't make me. In fact, it was me,
} Leto, Themis, and a jug or two of Ambrosia that made you. Why, of all
} the folks here, the only one you might have claim to creating would be
} the Oracle, and he--"
} "Oh, you want to talk about him, eh?" snapped Apollo. "Well,
} let's talk about him. Pythia, or is it Orrie now? I grant you
} incredible powers of divination, and what do you do? You abandon me!
} You forget me! You even make yourself a big Internet star! You've
} forgotten your roots!" Apollo yelled and yelled for quite a while,
} until eventually the Oracle's calm stare got to him. There were a few
} moments of silence, and finally the Oracle spoke.
} "Apollo, you are weak. Your powers of divination are nothing
} compared to my own. I do not need your help now, nor in truth did I
} There was a sudden streak of moment as Apollo leapt across the
} table and pinned the Oracle's minute form against a wall. "I dare you
} to say that again, little man."
} "You are weak," quoth the Oracle. "And I can prove it."
} The grip on the Oracle's neck tightened a little bit. "Speak on,
} "I will give you a supplication you cannot answer," said the
} "Ha! Try me! I am the god of divination! I will put all of my
} powers into answering your feeble question."
} The Oracle sighed sadly. "Must it come to this, then, old
} "Yes," fumed Apollo. "After I answer your question, I shall
} throw you into the sun. You have betrayed me for the last time."
} "Not quite the last time, I'm afraid, old friend. Here is my
} question." The Oracle leaned over to Apollo's ear and, with a tragic
} tear, quietly began, "How much wood..." Apollo's smirk vanished.
} "...could a woodchuck chuck..." The Oracle fell to the floor as Apollo
} backed up with his hands over his ears. "...if a woodchuck..." Beams
} of light poored from Apollo. "...could chuck..." Apollo was enfolded
} completely in blinding radiance. "......wood," finished the Oracle.
} There was a faint scream and a flash and Apollo was gone.
} Quietly, the meeting was adjourned.