King Sisyphus was once a great and terrible king. He was immensely clever, too clever by half or even nine-tenths. His trickery earned him ire from the gods, and upon his death he was sentenced to roll a huge rock up a steep hill.
It wouldn’t have been so bad if the rock would SHUT UP.
“Hey, beautiful day for a stroll, ain’t it?” Graveler said as Sisyphus pushed her up a hill. “The sun is shining, birds are tweeting, and the rocks are tasty.” Graveler grabbed a rock and tossed it in her mouth. “These things really are delicious, you know,” she said, crunching on the rock as pebbles hit Sisypuhs like spittle. “Hey, by the way, what’s the deal with that rumor about you being the dad of Odysseus instead of Laërtes? Any truth to that? No? Not gonna respond? That’s okay. I’m not even sure who the dad of my kid is. You always worry it turns out to be a Ditto.”
So they went up the steep hill, Graveler nabbing rocks and munching on them as Sisyphus pushed her up the hill. Finally the top was within sight.
“Hey, looks like there ain’t no more rocks up there,” Graveler said. “Time to go back.” She rolled away from Sisyphus, winking to him as she tumbled down. “See you at the bottom!”
-Odemon #75 Graveler