You only have yourself to blame. Now messing with the timeline is nasty business.

AH, that was a bitchin' light show!!

Hey Cousin Morheus, throw Herc a dream. Shake up a wild one. Make him yell and scream!

Well, well..um..ah. It'll be cool.

Want I should rope her? Bring her in. You know the corel in the dungeon should hold her for an eon or two.

It's a slight generational thing. Know what I'm saying?
Ares: "Usually...No!"

That was a joke. Dig!

They can't touch you. You're large and in charge.

Don't shoot the messenger, okay!

Ares: "Why can't you talk like a normal god!"

Ares: "You gota learn how to relax more, Strife.

So was your Star Pupil. Xena, remember!

Ares: "Strife!"

And Uncle Ares said you weren't with it!

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