Sounds good to me

"Sounds good, to me how ‘bout you Sarah?”

“Yeah okay I guess.”

“Please Sarah Sorayama, come with me.” She led Sarah to the altar at the other end. She began to chant in some strange language that made no sense at all, as she crushed the flower into the water. “O’ yb eht rewop dna ecnesse fo eht taerg sinep dna anigav tnarg mih lanrete htgnerts taht eh thgim evas su lla!” As she chanted, a storm cloud formed inside the temple. A cold wind blew. Sarah pulled her hood over her head, and John did the same. It starts to rain

“Is this supposed to happen?” John cried over the storm.

“Yes, this how it is written.” She poured Sarah’s blood into the cup. The wind suddenly picked up and lightning struck the cup three times. The priestess turned around and walked the cup to you. Sarah followed. As they walked across the floor, poor Sarah slipped on the wet floor and triped on her own cloak. She fell into the priestess and the ‘Blessings of Sarah Sorayama’ flew through the air and landed of all ridiculous, improbable, and unfortunate places this was the most. The anointing spilled across onto John’s crotch. The liquid seeped into his pants. Immediately, lighting struck his crotch three times, the wind picked up. Surprisingly, John did not hurt. In fact, it kind of felt nice, warm even.

Meanwhile, the priestess was panicking. She shouted, “…cu…nd…blo…is,…ow!” But it is no use the wind is too loud, none could hear. In one swift movement she pulled down John pants and cut his hand with her athame. She seized his hand and put the wound to his penis. Again, John was struck by lightning, though this time seven times. Magically his penis became fully erect, and emitted a very faint light. Then the storm died.

“What just happened?” John asked bewildered.

“Duh John, that was the last Cherry lotus.” Sarah gave John a ‘you fucking moron’ look. “She doesn’t have anymore. When she spilled it on your uh? 'little John', she had to improvise.” Sarah explained.

“What? So now my dick is this ‘Sacred Weapon thing’? that is fucked up.”

“I am afraid that is correct John Doe. Your Penis is now the ‘Maester Swoerd’. By it shall the warriors all gain their strength and be awakened.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, I am supposed to let a bunch big ugly hairy guys ‘draw power’ from my DICK!?! Fuck that Shit!”

The priestess look at you puzzled. “The warriors of Artemis are not ‘big ugly hairy guys’.”

“Their not?” asked Sarah.

“No they are the great warrior WOMEN chosen by the goddess herself from all the known worlds. Brought here as Artemis's chosen.” She runs behind the altar. She pulls out a very old book. And she opens it to the first page. “Come see here.”

John pulled his pants up but it was hard to get his pants up over his giant glowing erection. ‘Is it bigger? Or just some trick of the light?’ wondered John. He and Sarah approached and looked at the picture in the book. “Sarah do you see what I see?”

“Yep, I do, that’s Supergirl.”

“And that’s Seven of Nine.” John added.

“There's Sara Pezzini.”

“And Rogue.”

“Fuck, look at these people!” Sarah exclaimed.

“You know what this means, Sarah?”

She shook her head.

“Someone is so going to get sued.” They began to laugh.

“John Doe, Sarah Sorayama, this book will lead you to the Four Warriors of Artemis. Please find them and help them defeat Sekhmet!”