May the fluffy fox gods accompany thee! Like, seriously, I have around a dozen giant fluffy fox gods in my house.
No, actual fox gods. Like fluffy car-sized 9-tailed foxes. Who use my house as one of my vacation spots.
Why does the world suck so much, though? I mean, yes, there's crazy stuff, but it's not Hades/Hell/Tartarus. Also, the foxes are vacationing, apparently.