Ah, Dionysus. God of wine, life of the party, known primarily for being drunk and having some pretty intense fangirls who killed Orpheus that one time. Wears lots of leaves, not a fan of pants, spends most of the day draped in grapes and turning dudes into dolphins. Is there really more to him than
Sun Wukong: I didn’t ask to be born perfect. I demanded it. Wukong: Don’t fuck with me! I have the power of God and anime on my side! Erlang: Wai- Wukong: AHHH! Kuanyin: If what I think is happening… Is happening.. It better not be. Buddha: I sentence him to ten years in prison. Wukong:
Burnie: I wonder, like culturally, I wonder if in the future people will understand Burnie:That the thing that everyone’s holding in their hand was what took the picture Geoff: That’s a good question. Burnie: Or if they’ll think that we were worshiping this black box. [Gus and Geoff laugh] Burnie: Or something like we take
– Ernie, what do you think created everything? (laughing) (dramatic instrumental music) My name is Koji. What’s your name? – Maddox. – Maddox. – I like elephants. (laughing) – Do you know what we’re drawing today? – God. – God, that’s right, we’re gonna draw what you guys imagine God looks like. – I’m an
– Here smell me then. – You smell like vanilla. – Yeah good. If you like, wear vanilla guys like that, like the smell of food. – Who lied to you? – Cosmopolitan. – This is a white chick. She’s reading Cosmopolitan and taking fragrance advice. I’m Karlos. – How am I gonna do that?
shall I compare thee to a summers day thou art lovely and more temperate rough winds do shake the Darling Buds of May and summers lease hath all too short a date sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines and often is gold complexion dimmed and every fair from fair sometime declines by chance