Another great day driving the sun across the sky.
Get over it. The people want me as their sun god, not you.
Who cares what the people want? We gods do what we want to do.
Maybe it's that attitude toward mortals that got your chariot taken away.
Yeah, because you're really compassionate whenever you send plagues and disease.
I invented medicine too! What do you do, punk?
Nothing now that you stole my job.
Enjoy retirement. And quit writing on my wall.
Just so you know, everybody talks smack about you behind your back.
I'm so worried.
Yo dude, have you seen this kid? He's got pipes.
Yeah, man. That one is so old.
Family trip to Delos?
Word. I need a vacation. FAST.
Last week of August?
Works for me.
Can I come too?
Of course, Mom!
Concert tonight at the Olympus Dome. The Muses are opening for me and Hermes.
I hate you so much, Apollo. I can't believe I ever kissed you.
Enjoying life as a prophetess?
I. HATE. You.
Just picked a bouquet of hyacinths today. Gorgeous.
If you weren't a god, I would crush you with my bare hands and feed your entrails to my dolphins.