"Sir." Zell said, walking up to the door. "Come out here and talk to us. I will compel you to if I must."
"Yeah, Zell's a god!" Skel added. "You have to do what he says.
"Be quiet." Zell told Skel sharply.
"Yes sir…" Skel responded defeatedly.
The door cracked open, and Anton looked Zell over. "Not the first god I've seen." He said as he shut the door again.
"Wait." Zell said as he pushed the door freeing it from its hinges, sending it flying through the house until it smashed clearly through the back wall. Anton was standing to the side and was unharmed but shocked. "Sorry about that."
"Gods…" Anton said under his breath. "Well, you boys might as well come in now. Come on, I will make us some tea."
The inside of Anton's house was as poorly constructed as the outside. The table and chair looked entirely unstable and the rest of the future, if you could call it furniture, was in even worse shape.
