Norman the God of Gooning: Ladies! I-I brought you this... it's from my garden... I mean, Cthulhu's garden... he said it would work...
Leina: A god of... what was it again? Thighology?
Sekhmet: How adorable. He thinks that's enough to impress warriors.
Norman the God of Gooning: I-I've traveled across dimensions! I could show you both the cosmos! We could be... a thruple?
Leina: Tell you what, champion. Buy us drinks every night for a month, and maybe we'll consider it.
Sekhmet: He's actually going for it. They always do.
Norman the God of Gooning: Yes! Anything for my future wives! I'll even throw in my limited edition body pillow collection!
Sekhmet: Such devotion. But first, you must prove yourself worthy... starting with tomorrow's tab.
Leina: And maybe learn to hold your flower right-side up.
Norman the God of Gooning: W-wait, upside-down? Oh gods, Cthulhu said that was the right way! I'll fix this! I'll be back!
Leina: Bring more gold next time, husband-material!
Sekhmet: Think he'll last the week?
Leina: With that flower technique? He'll be bankrupt by Tuesday.
Norman the God of Gooning: Don't worry! I have unlimited divine credit! The cosmos is my bank!
Sekhmet: Did he just... did he reverse the flower?
Leina: We've created the ultimate simp. Even the gods couldn't design better.
Sekhmet: Shall we tell him we prefer women?
Leina: Where's the fun in that? Besides, free drinks.