Ladies! Party in the woods tonight.
Oh, I'm soooooo there.
Hello good fellows, can I join your lovely gathering?
Yeah, no way dude.
Yr lame, dude.
But…I'll play my lyre. Twill be oh so joyful.
Like I said…lame. Real gods play the pipes.
If you call again and just breathe into the phone, I'm going to get a restraining order.
Maybe if you'd finally come down for another little rendezvous I wouldn't have to be all creepy.
You're a little goat-god. Everything you do is creepy.
I resent that remark.
I don't care.
Come on, Selene. I thought we really had something.
We did have something.
Something totally disgusting.
What if I bring the Muses?
ALL of the Muses?
But of course.
Dude, he says he'll bring the Muses.
ALL OF THE MUSES, PAN!
Fine. Just don't bring that stupid lyre.
Why? Are you intimidated by my prowess?
I'm sensing another music contest coming on.
Apollo's probably too afraid, since I beat him so bad last time.
Silence, rogue! I thoroughly trounced you. Be glad I didn't skin you for your insolence like I did to that dirty little Satyr, Maron.
This is so on. A music-off it is. The winner gets to totally dismember the loser.
Dude, why is everything always about dismembering with you?
Sorry, I get a little carried away sometimes.