"The fun kind.  You remember the Cretan Bull, right?"  He drank deeply, watching his son.  "Caught it when I was your age.  Theseus sacrificed it to your grandfather, but the Cretans were too scared to kill off its kids.  Now, the minotaurs were supposed to be locked in the Labyrinth, but apparently<em>somehow</em>they survived all this time and<em>someone</em>managed to open them up a way back into the World."  Heracles was obviously not pleased about this detail.<br/><br/>"More to the point, that way back is just on the other side of town.  Minotaurs are pretty dumb, Dave, but if they get too far...it won't be pretty.  So what do you say?  Wanna clear them out?"  The request was a fairly polite one, although refusing fairly polite requests from the Gods wasn't generally a good move.