Chapter 3: Cyprus? Where's Cyprus?

Things had been running smoothly for a while now. Tokala was striking people with lightening and generally smiting them. Koontay was waving his Banning sword at Tokala, Spel it was talking about... stuff. Phovos had written a bunch of stories and had introduced his sister to the site...

"Huh?" Whoopy asked.

...Toothy had forgotten her password twice and had made three accounts, Takanuva, Toa of Turnips (Taka for short) had signed up, and.... er.... the narrator ran out of things to say.

Phovos was talking about his home, about it always being 30 degrees+, when Koontay asked a rather embarrassing question.

"Where do you live?"

"Cyprus," Phovos replied in his usual tone.

"Does Cyprus exist?" Spel it asked.

"What do you mean, does Cyprus exist?" Phovos said, his temperature rising.

"Well, is Cyprus a real place?" Koontay asked.

"OF COURSE CYPRUS IS A REAL PLACE!!" Phovos screamed at the top of his voice.

"Ah! It's a parrallel version of England, isn't it?"

Phovos's jaws opened, and a roar large enough to be heard in Antartica erupted from his mouth.

"DON'T YOU DARE NOT RECOGNISE CYPRUS AS A REAL PLACE, OR I'LL TEAR YOU APART!!!"

"Woah." The scream made everyone fall silent.

Years passed. Civilisations fell and were rebuilt. Whole races went extinct.

Finally, Takanuva spoke.

"But I knew where Cyprus is..."

Phovos calmed down a bit and asked Tokala to make him a Koontay and Spel it sandwich. Tokala happily agreed, made clones of the two members, killed them and stuck them in a sandwich, along with some mayonaise and some taramasalata.

"Taramasalata? What's that?" Whoopy4, Spel it and Koontay asked the poor narrator.

"It's a pink sauce made from cod row," Phovos explained, while chewing with his mouth open.

"Close your mouth, Phovos."

"I can't. You try eating things without chewing with your mouth open with a pair of jaws," Phovos contradicted, still chewing with his mouth open.

"Do you really live in Cyprus?" Whoopy4 asked.

"Only in the real world... The internet is international"

"Huh?" Tokala looked confused.

"Wait. You are God, aren't you, Tokala?" M3ta asked.

"Yep." Tokala replied with an evil look on his face.

"Well, you're not the messiah, you're a very naughty boy."

Suddenly, Monty Python quotes were being thrown around at a hundred miles an hour.

"NI NI NI!"

"WHAT'S YOUR FAVOURITE COLOUR?"

"YOU K-NIGITS!!!!"

"NI NI NI!"

"A PATH A PATH!"

Phovos roared again, but this time, only one civilisation fell.

"Please, I beg of you. STOP WITH THE MONTY PYTHON QUOTES!!!"

There was a minuite's worth of silence, then...

"NI NI NI NI"

"WHAT IS YOUR QUEST?"

"AAHH! *gets thrown off cliff*"

"Darn it." Phovos sighed.