Hera, the victim of Zeus' philandering. Zeus, the victim of Hera's revenge. The Hybrid Bastards, the outcome of a freakish night spent in a spell-induced haze in which Zeus lusted with every inanimate object in sight.
And the Hybrid Bastards, you see, want only to be recognized by their negligent father.
Now, you are the jury at one seriously weird trial.
The plaintiff: ZEUS, king of the gods. The defendants: the freakish HYBRID BASTARDS he fathered in an epic practical joke. Who (what) are they? COTTON, a smarmy cloth patchwork; CARMINE, a timid automobile; COREY, a self-loathing apple; WALTER, a belligerent stack of bricks; and PANOS, their gallant would-be leader.
But these creatures have a trick up their sleeves—one of their own is defending them. They say those who represent themselves have fools for clients, and the bastards might just be the biggest idiots of all!
Be there—it's your civic duty!
