Medea, they found your sword. It seems to have fallen off your chariot. The C.S.I.’s scurried in and took it away to be finger printed. As if they really had to venture a guess at who’s DNA was on it. As you often remind us, you are an unlucky woman.
Hera, they found your magic lipstick. Not that it’s a big deal, but now Sephora is mass producing it and all those mortal bitches will know your secret.