The Wrath of Enlil

Sin, the local god of desert meadows and extreme heat, found himself bored with the current state of affairs below him. Sure, he had Scrubs and The Surreal Life to watch, even full HBO OnDemand. He needed something to do and he was certainly too lazy to figure it out himself. With his mighty hand he called forth a nooner to go over suggestions on his entertainment. Most of the other gods were busy as they usually are, attending to the growth of plants or the production of phlem, keeping the Earth in orbit, that sort of thing. But Feiss, the goddess of Switches, had plenty of free time due to the extreme simplicity of her charge. Feiss ran into Sin in the hall.

"So... what are you doing later?" asked Sin benignly.

"Nothing much, just finished goading the Intel guys and kicking down some science on IBM and AMD." Feiss instantly realized she shouldn't have come off so unencumbered.

"Good enough! We're having a meeting later."

Feiss glazed over wishing she could come up with an excuse to avoid the meeting. The whole idea made her wish she had never taken the god job. "Sure, whatever..."

Feiss wandered into the meeting room a few minutes late, welcomed by dead silence. Sin alone sat at the table still and fuming.

"Uh, am I in the right place?"

"No one showed and I'm pissed. I have decided that you have the honor of exacting my revenge!"

Feiss didn't really want to cause any harm to anyone, and really wished she was god of something more warm and kind, like flowers, or at least weeds. But she also lacked the will to say no to Sin, the oafish brute that he is. "So, like, what do you want me to do...?"

"Make all switches fail in Las Vegas. That will show those damn gambling gods who's the boss."

Feiss pictured Tony Danza and smiled.

"Pay attention, Feiss! Do it, do it now!"

Feiss dug into her pockets and found her god-charge, a white prism shaped object with a very handy touch wheel. She fiddled a bit then cocked her head and thrust her hip to the side. "Done. Can I go?"

Just outside the door the quiet Amana, straight edge god of Some Washing Machines and Dryers, Air Conditioners and a Few Other Home Appliances, lurked passively in hopes of catching Feiss as she left, but not wanting to get involved in the meeting. Amana over heard the proceedings and was disgusted that Sin would try to ruin his reputation by faulting switches in his products. With a tug of his beard a bolt shot through the doorway and lanced Feiss' god-charge. It exploded in her hand.

"Geez..." exhaled a bewildered Feiss.

Sin didn't even notice. His eyes were glued to a monitor where a single washing machine had begun to fill past it's capacity. Water flowed onto the tile and then over the nice faux antique oak floors in the suburban home. Sin giggled like a pudgy school boy being poked with a stick. He crooned Flight of the Valkyries softly to himself only interrupted by fits of more giggling as the house's cat was pushed further from its domain.

Amana stepped in and attempted to bellow. "Buffoon, what are you watching? I have thwarted your mischief. Sit back!" But the dampening of the meeting room's thick shag carpet made Amana's voice thin and ineffectual. Amana turned to Feiss and signaled her to get lost. Feiss shrugged and strolled away. Amana slumped into a chair and sighed, pulled out his PDA and ordered the new switch for the washing machine. He swung his foot at Sin's ass, but he was too far away.