With Monica sobbing and Vinnie lying dead on the ground, Chloe angrily thrustex her head straight at Electra. She couldn't even believe at the cold heartedness of a god.

"He was your son! You brought him into this world! And you killed him. Don't you have any loyalty to anyone?"

Electra tsk tsk'd Chloe. "I'm a goddess. People have loyalty to me, not the other way around."

Monica, cradling Vinnie's head in her arms screaming through her tears. "But Gods are supposed to protect their people. How could you do this to him, you monstra!"

Electra merely held her hand to her mouth and laughed harshly. "Oh yes. People pray to me for protection...from me."

She laughed again. It sounded like a deep "oh ho ho."

"Lassies," Captain Abacab laughed. "No use reasoning with this sky demon. Millions of years have obviously eroded her morality. It's left her nothing but a vessel of selfishness and vanity."

Electra stopped laughing. Her emerald eyes gave a penetrating glare at the captain causing him to whimper for his mommy. "Vessel of selfishness and vanity?! How dare you call me that."

Ramone rolled his eyes. "But it's true honey. Even someone like me. A GOAT of fashion isn't as vain as you."

"Yeah lady!" Laura exclaimed pointing at her. "Selfishness and vanity! Selfishness and vanity! Velfishness and Sanity!"

A great white light came from Electra's eyes. They crackled with lightning and utmost hostility. "HOW DARE YOU!" she hissed demonically. "I am a beautiful, amazing gorgeous, seductive, serene and voluptuous goddess. Any words against me are sheer and unpardonable blasphemy!"

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Chloe growled at Electra. "I'd rather worship a golden toilet bowl before I bow down to you. You are not my goddess!"

"And I shall...smite thee!" Electra howled at the top of her lungs. "Oh great heavens of which I rule, send a bolt and fry these suckers from out of the blue!"

Storm clouds gathered as Electra pointed her fingers like lightning rods towards the sky. "BURN THEM TO ASH!"

Electra screamed as the heavens thundered. But right when Chloe thought she would die defying a goddess, there was a sound like a wet fart.

The clouds quickly cleared away and the sky was an angelic hue. Electra, Chloe and her crew were equally flabbergasted. "What the kelp happened!" Chloe exclaimed.

"May I answer," came a voice from afar.

Everyone turned to see King Featherbutt and his Thunderbawks with an effigy burning of Electra.

"We..." said Featherbutt, "have renounced our worship of you, demiurge!"

Electra howled and screamed stomping her feet. She attempted to blast her foes with lightning, but there were only a few sizzles from her painted nails.

"If no one believes in you," Featherbutt said. "Then you have no power!"

Electra's lips wobbled. She threw her hands up and cursed the Thunderbawks, the chicken creatures cultists that had once enabled her reign.

"Now..." Featherbutt said. "We have found someone to truly believe in. A true hero and God."

Monica's eyes brightened when she and the rest of Chloe's crew saw what the Thunderbawks had rolled before them. It was a statue of Vinnie the Eel...made out of some strange white mush.

"Vinnie!" Monica exclaimed.

Ramone shook his head. "Is that statue made out of potatoes?"

"It was the best we could do!" Featherbutt shouted. "Now men, women and child Thunderbawks. Let us worship our new god, Vinnicus!"

Carrying their spears, the Thunderbawks gave an "ooga chugga, ooga chugga" chant and danced around the statue of the song of Electra. Slowly, thunder clouds rolled in around Vinnie and his crew. Everyone watched as a golden light can down from the sky.

"Quick everyone," Abacab shouted. "Pray to Vinnie too!"

Chloe, Ramone, Laura, Abacab and especially Monica all clasped their hands together and prayed to their friend. A great big golden light enveloped the sky and a bolt zapped Vinnie's body.

Adjusting their eyes to what had happened, the crew watched in amazement as the once lifeless body of Vinnie, now glowing golden, rose from where it lay. The pompadour gangster cracked his neck and grinned at all of his friends looked on in amazement.

He extended both his hands at his friends and with a mischievous grin he exclaimed, "Oh yeah baby. Now dats what I call livin' on a prayer!"