After preparing every day of every week of every month of every year of every decade for about half a century, Zeus finally felt prepared to run in a marathon. Sadly enough, Godly marathons are held every century, so he would need to prepare for another five decades before he would actually get to run in one. Stupidly enough, Hermes heard about his relentless vigour towards training, and began watching him (secretly). One day Zeus heard his door bell ring (a vibrant chorus of C#, B, and of course Y [flat] (It is not yet known how to make the b thingy on a computer)), and lo and behold, it was Hermes standing there with a chartreuse slip. (in case you didn't know (ignorant reader) a chartreuse slip is like a pink slip (the deed to a car (really ignorant reader)) just for a house instead). Hermes wanted to bet on the race. HAHAHA. Zeus had a good laugh at that, before accepting his offer, with the slip for MOUNT BRAINN FARTT.... OLYMPUS! that's it! MOUNT OLYMPUS was being BET to HERMES over a RUNNING race. Stupid, stupid, stupid Zeus. A few days later, the race started...