> Any specific wonder food?

No, the line just means "cheetos are so good, man".

"Mana from heaven" is an old name for a wonder-food. It's not an MtG reference.

Jack didn't bat an eye as he saw three familiar deities -- Thor, Ishtar, and Persephone -- enter the room. They each had some device with them, and Persephone was dressed in a black dress.

"MORTAL!" boomed the queen of the underworld. "My telephone will not heed my command! How can this be rectified?!"

"Let's have a look," Jack said and held his hand out. Persephone glared at the appendage, but handed the phone over. He pressed the power button, to no avail. "Just to cover all bases, have you tried charging it?"

Persephone looked quizzical. "Of course, ten days ago." Jack's look told her this might be the problem. "I shall attempt to recharge it, but if it fails, you shall suffer an eternity in Tartarus!"

Persephone turned and marched away. Once she'd left, Jack sighed in relief.

"That dude has no chill," Ishtar remarked. "Am I using that right?"

"Yup," Jack affirmed with a smile. "Anyway, would you mind if I ask a question?" They both assented to it. "You three are from different mythologies, right? How does it work that you all exist?"

Thor smiled. "If you only knew how many times I have been asked that. The answer is that we gods are all one family, and that humanity simply misinterpreted the pantheons and groups as separate."

Jack blinked. "Huh... that seems almost too simple to make sense, somehow."

"Perhaps," he said. "For example, Zeus is the uncle to my father Odin and my grand-uncle. Anyway, enough about the divine, back to tech support."

"Right, right," Jack said, quickly getting them sorted. Ishtar needed a routine force-reboot for her phone, while Thor wanted to know what amount of electricity he could use to charge his iPod.

Soon, a man in white formal robes stepped into the room. "Greetings. I am Enma the judge of the dead, appointed servant of Hades and Persephone. I wish for your recommendation regarding purchasing a computer filing system."

Jack again didn't bat an eye. "How does your current filing system work? There are a lot of options to meet different needs."

"Every day, we receive millions of new guests," Enma replied. "As you may imagine, this produces vast amounts of paperwork and personal files to carry around. Which system would you advise?"

Jack smiled, as he voiced his suggestion. The narrator decided to fade out now.

The angel looked expectantly at a bipedal leopard creature with four dirty-white horns.

Flauros gawked at him. "What?! Do you know what you're asking of me?"

The demon pointed a claw at his computer screen, and a long list of names. "Just today, I've gotten a thousand new prisoners and just four candidates for Heaven. And you want me to let it pile up for years?"

Cassiel looked uneasy. "I know I ask much, but I have to go to one of the Milky Way worlds for three years."

Flauros looked unimpressed. "What, Earth for another Supernatural marathon? Is that show really that good?"

Cassiel rolled his eyes. "You did not have to make that joke, Flauros. But no, it is the new planet Tarlon. Michael has tasked me with studying it for a while. In the meantime, my charge needs another guardian."

"What, the one with the birds?" Flauros wondered. "Eh, none of my business. My answer is no, I'm too busy. Can't you ask one of the other angels? Don't you have some kid who needs the practice?"

"I honestly would rather go to you," Cassiel replied. "None of them are ready to be guardians yet."

"So rather than train your apprentices, you want to have me do a job I'm even less ready for," Flauros said, dryly. "Are you desperate to hang out, or do you think it's a great idea?"

"Honestly, yes," Cassiel admitted. "I do not really have much free time or respect up in Heaven. I have gone on thirty missions this century alone."