"Are you watching porn again!" Hera boomed.

Zeus quickly pulled up his pants up and inserted his belt back where it should belong. The room boiled with Hera's anger. Even if Zeus was the most powerful god, he could not escape Hera's rage. The rage that enveloped this room was too much for him.

"Are you watching tentacle porn like last time?" She gritted her teeth.

Zeus was too speechless to answer her question. He thought he was broad and strong but whenever Hera exploded with rage, he felt small, powerless, and feeble. He was ashamed of himself. He wanted to wrap himself in a ball and disappear into the world.

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"Well today, the computer's mine!" She screamed.

Those words ran a chill down his spine. Pitiful tears brimmed his eyes and his body started to violently shake.

"NO, don't take my precious computer," He retaliated

Around Zeus, a strong, impenetrable wind surrounded his throne. As Hera screamed at Zeus, the wind would capture her sound waves and throw it out the window.

"You're never getting my computer." He hissed.