“Y'all are effin weird. I'd rather not play with you anymore right now. I'd like to think we're all gods, looking for what we want, but y'all are too sprightly.” Zayn says.

“I'd rather not play this game with you either, my dude. Just eat your food. It's something to eat and this will be a long journey. Why are you being super lame right now.” His brother, Harold says.

“Because you're a prick. Try to be nice. You're being like that other guy.” Zayn says.

“I'd rather not talk about that right now is what I'm saying. You're the weird one.” Harold says.

“Well how ‘bout we just drop the issue. Since you’re being sprightly as fuck.” Zayn says.

“Fuck. You're sprightly as fuck. Why do you want to suck dick so bad?” Harold says.

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“Fuck. Are you really thinking about that? Since I'm gay you must be a huge sprite-lord.” Zayn says.

“Let's just eat our food and get back to business. I don't know why that guy decided to show us his love. But since he did, this task falls to us.” Frey says.

“But this is going to be a long fuckin' journey. I'm not sure how long we’ll be here. On top of world defense, he asked us to raise the kids. I think I might dip after the invasion. That itself is going to be bunk but I'm telling you now, I ain't raisin' no fucking kids.” Zayn says with determination.

“True… The kids are… ugh… pretty fucking ugly.” Harold says.

Frey coughs out loud. “Some of them aren't so bad. They're quite beautiful considering their situation.” He says.

“True. Sins of the father I guess…” Harold replies. “I might be willing. Depending on the situation. But I might dip after the invasion too.” He says.

“About the invasion… There's no way we can face it on our own. I'm just saying, we're only three dudes and I'm pretty sure they have an army coming for us.” Zayn says.

“We'll only take on the heavy hitters. As for the rest. Let the kids handle it… But for sure this world is going to burn. Trial by fire, I guess. Whoever comes out alive should be worth raising…” Frey says, considering his next step in this world.

“He can’t expect us to take on the whole army by ourselves. I'm sure he expects a blood river to flow.” Harold confirms to himself, hoping he wouldn't be rebuked for this. He very much didn’t want to face that guy again.

“Whatever.” Zayn says. “To Earth and the kids, I guess.” He says as he raises his drink and gulps it all down.

“And to the river of blood.” Harold says with a smirk as he also gulps down his drink.

“To the future gods.” Frey says as he takes a sip.