Another Father's Day without my daughter.
Wow, a public guilt trip. Amazing.
I just miss you. The river's not the same without you. Don't you miss it?
Sorry, Dad. I splash in the Nile now.
There are crocodiles!
I don't know how you or the crocodiles manage to swim in that filthy sludge.
This is getting offensive.
Suck it up, Gyp-o.
That's it. I'm reporting you to the River God Defamation League.
I'm the president of the RGDL. So there!
Okay, Dad, you're officially embarrassing me.
Why'd you let Hermes do it, Io?
Um, excuse me?
Why'd you let him behead me?
You were keeping me prisoner, jerk wad.
I was just doing my job.
Yeah, well your job really ticked me off.
Hey babe, how's it going?
I told you not to call me that.
Are you really still mad?
For real, for real?
Forgiveness is divine.
You turned me a cow and let your ugly wife torture me.
If you want another gadfly buzzing your way, keep it up.
I'm so confused, Mom. Some people say I'm the same as Apis, the ancient bull god of Egypt. But others say that's impossible because Apis is far older than me. What's the truth? I feel so lost.
You're not lost until you've been transformed into a cow and you're being constantly stung by a gadfly and you're miles and miles and miles from anywhere you've ever been before and everywhere you go, weirdo foreigners try to milk you.
It's always about you, isn't it?