I, the infinitely infinite Exodia, god of Exodus, Janitors and Casual Fridays, do herby issue a challenge.

I am in a sour mood, lady fate deciding to turn on me this night, and am in need of entertainment to lighten my spirits. So I turn to you, mortals, to write for me a comedy most humorous that does not exceed the rating of T and uses at least one of the sirens. All other conditions I leave open to you. To the victor of this challenge I do hereby decree that I shall grant them one boon. Or make them a contributor, whatever. I just really need a laugh.

The submissions shall be judged by the over all humor, how well they are received and the overall quality of the work.

I shall stop taking stories in two weeks time.