Sometimes, it doesn't pay to get out of bed in the morning.

As Gudako watched with blank eyes at a large LED screen that hung above an empty stadium, her body twitches with irritation as the Goddess Pseudo-servant Ishtar, dressed in her summer outfit, loudly commentated over the race, which was being held against her will she might add, that several servants were currently participating in.

You would think, that being heroes of song and legend would lend some maturity to said heroes, some consideration for their actions and how it might reflect their image and reputation.

But no, you would be wrong.

Hell, even forethought would have been too much to ask for.

And as Gudako rubs her face in consternation, her ears catch the sound of a cars tires popping, which was quickly followed by a loud ear-splitting screech and a crash.

"OH GOD, THE CU-SQUADS CAR HAS CRASHED! THEY HAVE DIED!"

"How terrible..." mutters Ereshkiegal, who was wearing an simple yet elegant bikini that made her look more angelic that she already was, worriedly, "Th-this is really a monstrous race..."