Tramps with billboards had a tendency to annoy Mango. Fig had no such problems, since she spent most of her time off creating the universe (no small job). Mango eyeballed the bloke opposite her in the London Tube wearing the sandwich board (THAT was what they were called...Mango paid very little attention to passing trends amongst these humans), daring him to come closer.
He came closer. Mango had to admit he was a courageous one. Braver than that nancy Hercules, she suspected. Mango knew for a fact that he'd got goddess Hecate to clean that stable out for him, in return for a horse with an erectile problem and a hot pepper condom. Hecate had not been pleased.
The tramp sidled closer. Mango gave him and irate look and he backed off so suddenly that he nearly tripped over his sandwich board.
"The end is coming!!!!" he cried, pointing at Mango, who rolled her eyes. "I see a shining goddess!!! All the world will perish in fire and nacho cheese!!"
Mango frowned slightly. How had the mortal known she was thinking of having nachoes for supper tonight? She got off the tube slightly bemused and more than a little humbled. Really, humans were more clever than she gave them credit for.
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