The ring of shinki casting protective borderlines will suddenly find themselves with, ah, baa-ckup: a second ring of plush purple goat robots rolls into formation, medieval shields and pikes mounted on the wheeled platforms that enable them to move. These goats also wear little plumed helmets with bumps to accommodate their horns. They are a maa-gnificent guard baa-ttalion.

Hanging towards the back of the assembly, the brilliant god Apollo looks away with a sniff and tucks her cellphone into a fold of the blanket she’s wearing to protect against this wretched illness threatening to descend upon her. She looks utterly unsurprised by this revelation.

In fact, she appears faintly, dismissively smug.