A Norse god decides to assume human form, come down from Valhalla, and check out the local action. He finds himself in the piano bar of Caesar's Boardwalk Regency in Atlantic City, and sits down to sip an Acquavit or two. After a few minutes, an extremely attractive young woman, having been taken with his form and features, sends a drink down to him, then joins him. The chemistry between them is immediate and total. They have the next drink in her room, and spend the night repeatedly making passionate love. The woman has no idea of her partner's true identity; all she knows is he's driving her mad. In the morning, the Norse god jumps into the shower. Reflecting on the previous night he decides that he wants to be honest with his new lover. Without even bothering to wrap himself in a towel, he leaps from the shower into the room, where the woman is still in bed, exhausted. He kneels beside the bed, looks deep into her eyes and says, "Honey, I have something very important to tell you -- I'm Thor!". The woman looks at him. "You're Thor?", she says. "My inthides feel like grated cheeth!"