What's love got to do with it? If you're Cupid, everything. If you're me, not a thing in the sea. I don't believe in love. Poseidon is smoking some bad seaweed if he expects me to take the one job I'm obviously not qualified for. Rumor has it, Cupid is a chubby baby with a bad attitude. That's all I need. A pissed off porcine toddler with love arrows gunning for my tail because I took his job. On top of that, the...