Doesn't miss many meals, does he?" Zeus muttered. "Tyson, for your bravery in the war, and for leading the Cyclopes, you are appointed a general I. The armies of Olympus. You shall henceforth lead you breathren into war whenever required by the gods. And you shall have a new...um...what kind of weapon would you like? A sword? An axe?"<br />"Stick!" Tyson said, showing his broken club.<br />"Very well," Zeus said. "We will grant you a new, er, stick. The best stick that may be found."<br />"Hooray!