Having given in wholly to the whims and wants of the woolgathering wastrels, Quetzalcoatl was finally able to enjoy his days, largely through excessive drinking, sleeping, and the occasional spouting of vague, usually insulting, witticisms.
Then he got bored.
Then he got an idea.
A wonderful, awful idea.
“Everyone,” called Quetzalcoatl loudly, “gather ‘round.”
“We can’t gather round, man,” said Gil.
“The room’s square, man,” said Lil. “It’s got, like, corners.”
“OK, not you two,” replied the former Aztec god.
“That’s not cool, man.”
“Yeah,” seconded Gil, “that’s, like, discriminatory and stuff.”
“Fine, alright,” relented Quetzalcoatl, “but no talking.”
Gil and Lil nodded. Phil, Bill, Will and the rest of the philosophers and liberal arts majors likewise gathered ‘rou… in a manner that filled the room but did not actually resemble a circle in any way.
“Gentlemen and ladies who look like gentlemen,” said Quetzalcoatl. “The time has come for us to make our presence known. For you to get off your asses and make this planet a better place…”
Quetzalcoatl was going to take over the world.