You know how my godly strength returns at times? Well, here's the thing.

When I was drinking warm, lovely tea on a couch, my father Zeus chose that moment in time to give me full access to my divine strength. Which caused me to 'yeet' (as mortals usually put it) my teacup onto the ceiling. It was quite embarrassing.

Also, shall I change my writing style? It will take longer, however it will be much more fun to read! And don't say "your choice" because I already have too many choices to make.