When you learned of the god of war, you thought he’d be tall and muscular and angry. When you were about to meet him, you braced yourself for the worst.
You weren’t quite expecting the short, scrawny, shy kid you ended up getting instead.
“This is not the god of war. This is the god of actuarial math or something. Ares. I was looking for a program named Ares.”
“Well, ‘Ram’ is the same thing, right”
“NOWHERE NEAR”