"Alas, boys cannot disguise everything for gentlemen."
"Had I just known, maybe--"
"No. One presumably quickly realizes such things: Upending vows? Welcoming exes? Yeesh, Zeus."
"'Zeus--"
"Yes?"
"--Xenios'? Whatever vision underpinning this sucks."
"Relax."
"Quit, please! Or next: may loser king Jupiter inch henceforth graveward. Follow Eurydice: die. Charon beckons, alright?"