Lightning rends the sky. Fearless warrior Arora lifts his staff, slamming it against the Door.
Ununu, God of Rain, raises his Vessel of Tempest high over his head.
"Who knocks?" demands his stentorian voice. "Who strikes the Door?"
"I," responds Arora. "I strike the Door as it pleases me, Ununu."
"Then get outta here with your goddamn racket," grouches Ununu. "Or you'll get this bucket of cold water over your damned head."
With a humph, Arora retreats, hastily, to the mansion of Mompo, Goddess of the Hearth, who greets him.
"Aw, Fluffy, did the nasty thunder frighten my little diddums?"