- I'm told your grain has blight.
- Yes. This is the wheat.
- Gorgeous. And the blighted grain?
- Well, wheat is grain. This is it.
- Yes. Disgusting. The ugly face of--
- That's good wheat. - Good wheat.
Give me the bad wheat.
Well, okay, this looks-- are you sure?
Well, of course you are.
The strangely better-looking face
Of our new enemy, grain blight.
We're on to you, handsome.
In this city, we like grain for its personality.
[applause and murmurs] thank you.
I'm off to the next farm now.
Let me know how I can help.
- Can I have that kebab? - Say what now?
- The kebab. It looks great. - Best in the city.
That's why there's always a very long line to get one,
Which he knows.
- You asked how you could help.
- Yeah, with the blight.
- I'm a hungry farmer.
- Okay, but are you grain blight hungry,
Or did you just skip breakfast?
Because that's me.
- Well, you did ask. [crowd murmurs]
- [sighs]
Are you enjoying it? - So good.
- Shared my kebab. Pretty good king.
Just warning everyone, though, I kiss better ass
With a full stomach.
[upbeat mystical music]
♪ ♪
- [laughs] - what?
- Just taking in the morning funny vases.
This wacky fellow here has no food,
But a god's dropped by for dinner, so he ends up...
[laughs] boiling his own brother.
- I think I've got the funny vases.
- You have the obituaries, darling.
- Laughter withdrawn.
Someone boiled a human in real life?
They're bland enough raw.
- Can I get the obits? They sound kinda awesome.
- This grain blight should be called a career blight.
It's killing my reputation with dying people.
Mom, I hate to ask for your help.
- Really? And why is that? - You aren't helpful.
But aren't you buddies
With the goddess of wheats and grains?
By the way, everybody, same thing.
- Demeter is agriculture.
I'd hardly call us buddies.
More like jerks.
Mm, no. Botched that.
Immortal rivalries can't be explained,
Because they transcend time.
I mean, the woman thinks I borrowed her earrings.
That's how long ago she borrowed them from me.
They're mine.
- Mortals need wheat, mom. We're going to die.
- You don't only eat wheat.
Have more beef.
- Beef? [grunts]
Beef eats wheat.
- You can feel it in the street?
- So let me get this straight.
Humans grow food, then feed their food
To their other food?
And you wonder why you're constantly hungry.
- Stupendous, didn't you have a warrior friend,
About your height, wore a one-horned helmet?
- You're describing prack.
And they're not my friend. They're my enemy.
- Oh, well, then this is good news.
- What is prack the unstoppable doing in the obituaries?
- Um, stopping?
- Oh, right, that's...Good.
- I'll never understand the mortal reaction to death,
The one event that can't possibly surprise you.
- Mom, grain blight?
- Will you give me some space?
Your sister's in mourning.
Plack died. - Prack.
- Hardly matters now.
- [grunting]
Boop.
Okay, what do people say for these things?
Demeter, goddess of harvest,
I give you a very heavy goat
And my three remaining years of good back.
I've got a city to watch die.
Thanks in advance for... [blows raspberry]
- You're welcome. - Ah! Oh.
You're--you're actually here?
- I'm a sucker for a dead goat.
- Oh, I'm kind of squeamish,
So I just gave it a bowl of wine.
[goat bleating]
Sorry. If it counts, I promise
That goat's life is ruined.
- Don't tell anyone, but the gods don't actually do
Anything with the sacrifices.
- I figure.
You just want humans to value your time,
And humans only value what we pay for.
- Cynical.
Insightful.
- I have a goddess in the family.
Grew up too close to the magic.
- Deliria.
You're just like her.
- Oh, good.
Do you have a sacrificial dagger handy,
Or should I just leap off the roof?
- [chuckles] stop.
How is she? - You know mom.
And mother doesn't know I'm here.
- Understood. Why is your city dying?
- You really don't know? How much time do you have?
- For you? Plenty.
I like this bouquet of self-hatred and confidence.
- Then I would like to confidently
And self-hatingly tell you about diseased grain.
- Ooh.
Ferment! Would you like one?
- Normally never on the job, but I think it would make
The goat more comfortable.
[goat bleats]
[door rattling]
[door slams]
- Your door's sticking.
- It's called a lock.
- Doesn't work. I want to go to hades.
- You're well on your way.
- I want to go before I die
And then come back.
- That's sicily.
- You realize prack died from a bee sting?
That can't happen.
Prack dies when I kill them.
- I'm too smart to get my ass kicked
By asking a single question about this prack relationship.
- What questions could you possibly have?
- Is prack a man or a woman?
- [grunts] - [groans]
I am really stupid sometimes.
- Gender means nothing to a warrior.
My job is to fight prack, not explain them.
And I know you can help me 'cause when we were teenagers,
You never shut up about hades.
It's half the reason you couldn't get laid.
- What was the other half?
Ahh! Okay, okay, okay.
I think I can...Poison you?
Oof! [gasps]
- All I needed to hear.
[both laugh]
- Sorry. Where was I?
- Oh, your people are starving.
- Yes, starving.
Well, you get the idea.
- Mm-hmm, I do.
Blight on the grain. I had no idea.
It'll be gone by morning. - Thank you.
This was a life-changing day for me, demeter.
You've ruined every prejudice I had about gods.
- Oh, keep them.
I'm exceptional.
- That is an understatement.
[stammers]
You should let me repay you for this,
Like, with lunch or something.
- Are you asking me out?
- Uh... - I would love that.
- Yep!
I have a date with a goddess.
♪ I have a date with a goddess ♪
Ahh!
Ugh!
- Are you all right, man?
- Yeah, I'm good.
I have a date with a goddess.
- Oh, that's nice.
My wife died. - Oh. I'm so sorry.
- Yeah, I, uh, went for a walk,
Because I can't clean out her closet without crying,
So guess we're having two different days.
But, you know, thanks for being tacky enough
To brag about yours. - Aha!
And thank you for going on the offensive,
Because now I don't have to feel bad that...
♪ I have a date with a goddess ♪
♪ and a goddess has a date with me ♪
♪ you judgmental dick ♪
- Have you seen the wheat?
It's healthy.
More than healthy.
Lustrous. - [coughs]
- Was it your work, my love?
Did you save our boy's city?
- Not saying I did, not saying I didn't.
But if I did, you're welcome.
So I believe I've earned a day off.
- We'll try to cover your shift.
- [chuckles] you've got to love her.
- No, that's just you.
[whispering] dad, I went to see demeter.
- Oh? - She fixed the grain.
- Oh! - And I asked her out.
- What? - Shh, shh.
- Hero! Son, you're a hero.
- You don't even know what she said.
- Who cares? - She said yes.
- I care! Details.
- There are none. - Make them up.
- That's childish. - I'm childish.
Daddy needy deetie. Daddy needy deetie.
- We're going to lunch. We'll see how it goes.
That's all I got.
- It's all you want.
My son in the club.
Doesn't matter what happens now,
Even if you die on your way to meet her,
Which you could if your mother finds out.
Ooh, she will perceive this as a cosmic transgression.
You've crossed a line.
- But I'm in the club!
- There's no club for this.
Your mom's on the outs with her,
And you're gonna--yikes!
- You were proud!
- I still am. And terrified.
And for both our sakes, I will deny
This conversation ever happened.
Best of luck.
- Anyone weaker than you would die from this,
But if you're lucky and you listen to me--
- I'm not afraid.
- It's not fear that's gonna keep you in hades.
It's ignorance.
It's the parts of ourselves that we don't get
That hades gets, and it hangs on--
- Fascinating. [gulps]
- No!
That's a sipping poison.
[mystical music]
♪ ♪
- Whoa.
Hades sucks.
- Hi. - Hi.
- I'm excited for lunch.
- Me too.
For lunch.
[both moaning]
Is this at all sacrilegious?
- Yeah. Desecrate me.
- At your command.
- What do you see?
- [flatly] a bunch of stuff.
- That doesn't help me.
Look for a river.
Is there a river? - Yeah.
- If a single drop of that river touches you,
You'll forget your whole life
And wander the banks like a schnook.
Do you see any schnooks?
- There's nothing but.
- Who am I? - What's the deal with deals?
- Why am I here?
- Move it, schnooks. Now what?
- You want to find the ferry, but the guy on the ferry
Only lets you pass if you're dead,
So look around for anyone that died
With any type of container.
- Ohh!
- You dead? Okay.
You dead? Go.
Hey! You real dead.
You dead? Okay, nice try.
Clearly alive.
What happened? What am I doing?
- You were talking to that guy.
- About what? - Birds.
- What do you want to know about birds?
- What are they? - Why are you asking me?
- Everybody watch your step.
Except you. - Who am I?
- You're the boat guy.
- Not bad.
And you are? - Your parents.
- No wonder I'm screwed up.
Boat guy.
[dramatic music] - prack!
- Took you long enough.
[shouts]
I got no honor down here!
[growls]
- You let a bee kill you?
- I have allergies!
- Did you find prack?
- Yeah, and I'm kicking their ass.
[romantic music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs] best lunch ever.
- Next time, we'll get food.
I want to give you something.
- It's beautiful. Is this wheat?
- That's wheat, there's oats, rice, corn, barley,
Sorghum, rye, and millet. The eight true cereal grains.
- I promise never to eat this bracelet.
Can I see you tomorrow? - I'd like that.
- When you fly away, do you shout something?
- Like what? "agriculture"?
- No wrong answers.
- How about this?
Quinoa!
- Quinoa.
♪ I'm in love, love song ♪
♪ I'm in love ♪
♪ sex ♪ - whore!
- Ah! What are you doing? Oh, my god.
- How long did you think you could do this?
- Do what? - Oh, now you're strategic.
She just shouted, "quinoa!" from the rooftop.
- I did nothing wrong, and this has nothing to do with you.
- Nothing to--excuse me for one divine chuckle.
[echoing] ha!
[whooshing]
[man coughs] [baby cries]
So it's just dumb luck that you slept with a goddess
I told you I wasn't speaking to?
- It's dumb luck when I sleep with anyone.
She's the god of agriculture. Our wheat was bad.
I prayed to her, and things just kind of, you know--
- Ugh! Barf! Puke!
Don't walk me through your hookup.
I don't want to hear that.
- I don't want to tell you about it.
Believe me, at no point during my time with demeter
Are you on anyone's mind but your own.
- I believe you're that naive, but--
- But? - Do I have to say it?
She's getting back at me for the earrings.
- Were you born this crazy?
What is your creation myth, mom?
Was your dad a river that married a volcano,
And you shot up and bashed your head
Against every star in the sky?
Is that why we have winter and you're nuts?
Because now that I've met a sane goddess,
I've got to know, what's your excuse?
- What's that? - You like?
It's made from a special beeswax,
None of which is yours.
- She gave that to you?
- Are you going to ruin this too?
- No, it's nice.
And she's nice.
You're right. You've done nothing wrong.
You're just in love.
And she probably doesn't remember I stole her earrings.
- I never said the word love.
But wha--wait. Stole her earrings?
- Oh, let it go. This isn't about that.
And I know my abrupt change in tone is confusing,
And when I leave, you're going to squint at the door
Wondering what I'm up to, but I'm sincere.
You have my blessing.
Good night.
[both shouting]
[dramatic music]
- Hi. Just checking in.
- Not now!
- You said "not now" yesterday!
- I meant it then too.
- Who are you talking to? - Shut up and fight!
- I'm not the one talking!
- Sure sounds like you are.
- Sounds like you are! - Sounds like you are!
- Okay, that's it. I'm gonna revive you.
- No! - Then talk to me!
- I invoke a warrior's respite!
- Seems like a real bitch move.
- You'd know.
If you pull me out, I'll be coming back
The old-fashioned way, with you.
You understand what I'm saying? - Yes, sis.
You're threatening to kill me and yourself.
- You're making it sound bad on purpose.
I'm not killing myself. I'm killing prack.
- Prack is dead, and you're dying.
And I know you're stupid,
But I know you're not that stupid.
I know you know
You're going to do this forever.
You just don't want to admit that you want it,
Because you don't want it to be a choice,
And that's how hades gets you.
So you got to say, "I'm doing this."
Can you say that?
- Sorry, was there a question?
- Are you fighting again?
- Yeah, and if you keep interrupting, I can't finish.
- Finish what?
- You, dummy. - You're the dummy!
- You are!
- Demeter!
Ugh, of course they barely crease the sheets.
- Deliria.
What's that? - Earrings.
- You're giving me earrings?
- I get it.
You're less petty than me.
I come in peace as an old friend and...
[gags] your lover's...
[gags] mother.
[retching]
Excuse me. - I understand.
- No, I swear I'm not putting this on.
It's a very real gag reflex.
- And you do know I really love him, right?
- Oh, I believe you. I saw the bracelet.
- Ah, but you understand it's not the same bracelet.
- I know you don't dig up the last guy's skeleton, yes.
You make a brand-new one every time,
Because it's always new.
Every single time.
- Oh, here we go.
We're in this world together forever.
We're going to witness each other repeat a few things.
- Can you repeat things with anyone but my son?
- That's a vile thing to wish for.
I'm going to make him happy.
- Until he gets old or sick.
- Yes, they all get old or sick,
And I put them down before they have to suffer.
- Yes, it's their suffering you're concerned with.
- So I should close off my heart
And let him fend for himself--
- In the wild?
- I was going to say "with you,"
But same thing, right?
Honestly, for how amazing he is,
He does not seem well taken care of.
Anything else?
- No.
If you really don't remember--
- I remember the earrings.
I was high-roading you.
- Damn it.
[chatter]
- Welcome to sirens bluff.
Enjoy the irresistible song of the sirens
On the rocks below,
But don't leap over the railing.
I'll bring water with lemon in it.
- Water with lemon. This is an immortal club.
I didn't know gods could appreciate
Something so peaceful.
- I don't think that's the part they appreciate.
[sailors screaming]
[cheers and applause]
- Oh.
- Sorry, it didn't occur to me that might offend you.
Do you want to go somewhere else?
- Do you? - It's up to you. I'm not--
- The one that cares about death?
- Is this is our first fight?
All right, I'll admit I feel nothing
For those men down there.
They aren't mine. But if you were drowning,
I would stop the ocean
And urinate on poseidon's face, which he would love.
Ask me about that later.
Split the crab sampler?
- Until every crab is sampled.
[sailors screaming]
- Ugh! What's wrong?
- The guy!
You don't hear the guy screaming in violent pain?
- Well, I hear lots of things.
I guess that's one of them, but--
All right, we'll go somewhere else.
- Is something wrong?
- The screaming hurts my human.
Come on. Come.
- Sorry. They're bloodcurdling.
- You get used to it.
- [sailor moans]
[both shouting]
- Stupe, let's go. - I'm almost done.
- I'm not up there.
- What are you doing? You can't be here.
- It was either this or watch my sister die.
I decided to take the risk.
- Yeah, but you don't want to be here.
And I do.
Holy crap. What is wrong with me?
- Where do I start?
- [sighs]
[grunting]
- [screams]
- Let's go. - Hurry!
We gotta get across the river before your body dies.
- Okay, but if we don't make it,
Promise me you'll use my corpse
To really freak out tyrannis.
[grunts] - mom. Dad.
- [grunts]
If you leave, I win.
- Okay. You earned it. Go!
- I'm never good enough.
- Screw you!
- Prack, no!
- [shouts]
Who am I?
- Prack the unstoppable.
- Who are you?
- A friend. I'll be back.
- Okay. Bye.
- [sighs]
[mystical music]
♪ ♪
[both gasping]
- You all right? - Shut up.
I don't know what happened to me.
- Grief. - I don't grieve.
- Exactly.
- Okay, death nerd.
Thank you.
- You're welcome!
Uh, little help?
[grunts]
Worst sister ever--
[groans] [glass shatters]
- They look better on you.
We shouldn't fight. We can't fight.
We can't kill each other, so why fight?
- Okay.
- This is really difficult for me,
But I don't know if tyrannis is going to be
Completely happy in our situation.
- Okay.
- If it were anyone else,
There's steps I would take to make him happy.
He has a thing with his hearing when other humans scream.
Did you know about that?
Anyway, then I think, what if I soften his hearing
Or confine him to an area?
And I know that's just going to upset you,
And I can't handle that.
- Are you returning him?
- Of course you'd say that.
He's not property, deliria.
I love him, and I'm asking you as a friend
Whose heart is shattering, can I leave him with you
Without having to worry about him?
And I'm throwing in the earrings
Since everything's a transaction to you.
- Have you talked to him?
- Oh, no. I can't. I can't do that.
I can't upset him.
- Well, darling, it sounds like you're going to.
- But that's not me.
I'm the nurturer.
You're the abuser.
That's why I'm able to love you as toxic as you are.
You'll figure out what to tell him.
- Well, if I tell him the truth,
Which is that you're awful, he won't believe me,
Which is my fault for being a crap mother.
And it's too late to change that or you,
So I guess I'll just say
Thank you for returning my human undeafened.
I'll take the earrings, and I'll see you in 1,000 years.
- Oh, you're the best.
Rice!
- That's my roof, you daft bitch.
- Something's wrong. We had a picnic planned.
I made her world-famous vegetarian roll-ups.
Why are you here?
- Your city needs you, tyrannis.
You've been up here a long time.
- So? I don't care. - Me neither.
I just don't like them bitching at me.
- Where are your earrings?
- Oh, I had given them back to demeter, and then--
- Oh, my god.
- What? - Don't you get it?
Do I have to explain it?
You gave back her earrings. That's all she wanted.
It was all a stupid game.
I thought she was different, but you're all the same.
You must be thrilled.
- Now, hold on.
I never wanted you to be unhappy,
But I will be thrilled if you never trust
Another immortal again.
- Oh, that'll be no problem.
Trust me, which you can, because I'm not
A stupid, crummy, hypocritical, lying, fake god.
If you'll excuse me, I've got a city to run,
And I'm gonna shove civilization
Up whatever you have instead of buttholes.
- Oh, I'm really going to miss these earrings.
What's a butthole?
- Did you get any of that?
- Bento. [cheers and applause]