It was a regular day in Olympus. The sky was clear, the mortals were mildly chaotic, and the gods — as usual — were judging everyone from above.

Zeus, king of the gods, was feeling… off. Not in a lightning rage way. More like a something-I-ate-is-wrong way.

‍But being the almighty ruler of Olympus, he couldn't possibly admit that. Instead, he paced the clouds, tried to look intimidating, and hurled a few thunderbolts just to keep up appearances. Classic divine denial.
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As hours passed, the tension built — not in the skies, but in Zeus’s stomach.He blamed Dionysus’ wine.

He blamed Hera's cooking. He even blamed Poseidon for “wet vibes.” But deep down, Zeus knew the truth:

The king of gods needed a bathroom.
Desperately.
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The panic began subtly. A distant rumble (not thunder). A shift in posture. A subtle clench of divinity.

He tried to escape quietly, but Olympus is no place for privacy. The muses noticed. Hermes gossiped. Apollo wrote a song about it. It was chaos.

By the time Zeus found solitude in his royal bathroom, all of Olympus had heard the news: 

The god of thunder was… grounded.They say not all myths make it into history books.
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Some are too strange. Too awkward. Too relatable.But those who witnessed that day? They’ll never forget it. And now, neither will you.