STEVE! GOD OF SPAZZY PEOPLE: SNOW IS NOW DANDRUFF!

"WILL YOU STOP SCRATCHING YOUR HEAD?" Ica yelled, "YOU'RE LEAVING YOUR DANDRUFF EVERYWHERE!"
"Maybe I WANT to leave it everywhere!" Steve, the god of spazzy people said obnoxiously.
The goddess of neat freaks' face turned lava red with anger. "CLEAN YOUR DANDRUFF UP NOW!"
The god of spazzy people laughed. "Yeah, yeah; I'll clean it up."
Ica calmed herself down. With that, she turned and left.

Later, Steve was resting on a cloud, looking upon his spazzy worshipers. They bowed at temples and shires, sacrificed crazy lambs, and started throwing chicken wings up to the sky.
While eating a chicken wing, Steve got an itch on his head. "Not another itch!" Steve yelled. His hand twitched as he tried to hold back the need to scratch.
His scalp burned. I have to keep calm, Steve thought.
He could feel the itch reaching across his scalp; burning, bashing, brushing; he had to scratch! He fell on his side and dropped his chicken wing. It fell on a man's head and he started to yell: "IT'S AS THE ORACLES PREDICTED! THE END OF THE WORLD WILL COME WHEN IT RAINS CHICKEN WINGS! RUN EVERYONE, IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD!!!" Everyone worshiping stopped. They looked at him wide-eyed for a second.
After a split-second of silence, everyone broke out into a riot. Everyone ran around so fast the ground collapsed and formed the Grand Canyon.
Meanwhile, above the riot, Steve was now in a feeble position, arms locked tight around him self.
"THAT'S IT!" He yelled, "I'M GONNA SCRATCH!"
And all his stress was relieved. And so he scratched, long into the night. And dandruff overfilled the clouds he was on. Soon, the dandruff was too much for the clouds to hold.
The clouds opened up and all the dandruff fell onto the earth. Steve kept on scratching!
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?"
Steve sat up, still scratching. Ica was staring at him; hawk-eyed and filled with anger.
"Uh... umm..." Steve stuttered removing his hand from his head.
"YOU JUST FROZE EVERY LIVING THING ON EARTH WITH YOUR DANDRUFF! NOW WHO IS GOING TO CLEAN THIS UP?"
"You?" Steve said pointing the goddess.
"NO YOU SPAZ! YOU ARE!"
"Me?"
"YES!"
"And who are you?" Steve asked trying to get out of this.
Ica backhanded Steve in the forehead. "GET TO WORK!"
"You're the neat freak, you clean it up!"
Steve was hit again; this time with a frozen chicken wing. "JUST CLEAN IT UP NOW!" Ica yelled in Steve's ear.
I think I'm going deaf, Steve though to him self. "Alright, alright, I'll clean it up."
"Hold on."
Steve didn't move. What else? He thought rolling his eyes.
Ica handed him a broken Q-tip. "Clean it up now."
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CLEAN THAT UP WITH A BROKEN Q-TIP?" Steve yelled pointing to all the dandruff on the ground.
"I'll break that piece in half."
"I'll use this one then.

Much later, after removing only one thousandth of a centimeter of ice, Steve started to complain.
"Man, would I give to be a fire god! This would have been over by now!"
"WELL YOU'RE NOT!" Ica yelled from the clouds, "GET BACK TO WORK!"
And that is how the ice age and Grand Canyon came to be. So, now that it's over, whenever Steve has an itch, it snows. Deal with it.

MORAL: Buy a special shampoo for your dandruff and dry scalp.