Anubis: Yes, I guess THAT will numb your otherwise painful demise.
Gav: I'm invoking Deus Ex Machina: when all else fails, count on a God to save the day.

Anubis: We're ALL Gods.
Gav: Yeah, you'd think that'd make it easier.

Gav: WOO! Party Party! Who's got a funnel and a dark rooted blonde of questionable conscience and consciousNESS?

Bacchus: LO! Who invokes the succor of Bacchus?
Anubis: Oh, GOOD choice!