Zenurion, finally realizing the gravity of the situation, takes a bottle from one of his labcoat's seemingly bottomless pockets. On the bottle is what seems to be the advertising of the content:
Zenurion's after party private reserve! Only available in limited quantities, per-order now before it's too late!
He then down half of the bottle in a single go, apparently completely cured from the effect of the alcohol. He then offer the bottle to the nearest person in his group:
Here, you'll probably want to not be drunk for this. Looks like you'll all get to see the beginning of the first divine war! Well if you don't count that other murder attempt... Oh well. So anyways, smile, you guys are getting in the history books now!
Looks like I'll have to go, but I'll bring something here to keep you guys company.
Zenurion then summons what appears to be a poorly made scarecrow intended to look like himself, having googly eyes and a somewhat friendlier smile than he have in reality. He quickly vanish in a small cloud of black smoke.
Zenurion will make sure that his drunken companions will be mentioned in history books when talking about his arrival to the conflict, along with their name.
Zenurion reappear where the other gods are taking part in the conflict.
OHOHOHOHOH! Looks like it's time for some fun! It's time for me to make the big reveal! But before, a short commercial break:
Zenurion then vanish again, probably to get ready for his reveal. A television stands where he was seconds ago, displaying advertisements for various probably fictive products owned by various companies, all bearing Zenurion's name in them.