Of the Gods

Is this it?

As you sit there processing the incident, you start to think, and then you feel compelled to speak.

"You think we'll ever get promoted someday? Could you imagine the havoc we'd wreak?"

"Oh yeah," he replies. "It'd be glorious!"

"I'm just so sick and tired of this dead-end job. This dead-end life. Sometimes I wish I could just to something, anything else."

"Are you saying you wish you weren't hanging out with me in Chaos till the end of days?"

You chuckle, "No, I love Chaos. Discord is the only thing that makes sense to me. Our team is the only thing that makes sense. You make sense to me."

"You and me both, pal." He throws his ice cream into the sidewalk, tripping another pedestrian.

"Classic," you say with a laugh. "Seriously though, do you think there's some higher purpose for us? I'm starting to feel like this is it.I mean, do you ever feel like you're the supporting character in your own story? Like we're not meant for greatness just based on our assigned roles? You saw what happened when Seth tried to move up the ladder. He's been standing by the water cooler having a mental breakdown for weeks. Tricksters always get the short end of the stick, I'm telling ya.