We are dropped into the middle of nowhere. Survive.

"I didn't get stuck," he says, "This is my choice!" "Anyways," I say, "Bes was worshipped as the Dwarf god, for being so ugly, he scares off demons." As I speak, suddenly, my leg has a surge of pain and I collapse.

"Hah," Bes said, "All he needs is a bit of Gatorade. Cures everything. Maybe not permanently, but temporarily."

"He's a god," I state, "Do not underestimate the knowledge that Bes has." After saying this, I pass out, clearly unable to continue conversing.

"O' course," Bes says, "Come with me. A friend of Shiroboshi's is a friend of mine."

Bes heads over to a cabinet and rummages inside, grabbing a warm bottle of Gatorade. "Do you think he'd rather it cold?" Bes asks, coming over.