I used to be KCSuze, but I changed my name to something more…um…cool. Or something.
We don’t have to do that whole initiation thing with the goats again…do we?
Hey, rules are rules. Sorry. 
Dang. Can I at least not wear the Nixon mask this time?
No, of course not. You’re free to choose the Lyndon Johnson mask just like anyone else.
Are you ready for the ritual margarita?
Because of your indecisiveness, I say you get DOUBLE goats and triple squids.
I’m cruel.
Bah! You had me fooled. :smack:
I kept thinking you were a newbie. I kept trying to think of ways to make sure you stuck around, too.
I likes the new name, though. 
Awww, you all make me feel so loved. Yet so violated.
I like it.
Seeing as how there’ll be triple squids, double goats and a Lyndon Johnson mask, can I have the Big Gulp margarita, please?
Please?
With or without salt?
Salt, please.
I’ll need it.
I have a theory that quarks are not the smallest divisible unit of matter. That honor belongs to “stuff”. If you’re the goddess of stuff, since everything is made out of stuff, you’re the goddess of everything…
Pretty cool.
What does it take for you to bestow your blessing? Other than margaritas…
I need more stuff in my life.
P.S. Do you date? I’ve always wanted to date a goddess.
Hmm…never thought of it that way. I rule!
Unlike those hoity-toity, highfalutin’ Greek gods, my needs are pretty basic. Your undying worship, the occasional token of chocolate or fried catfish (please don’t combine the two) and burning incense at my altar should do nicely.
You bet I do. 
I had a recent flirtation with Og, but he kept smashing all my stuff. It would never work.