Hades: Rather a stubborn old goat, wouldn’t you say?
Donald: Who are you?
Hades: Whoa, hold on there, fuzz boy. Wait, let me guess. You want to
enter the games, right?
He walks over to them, the blue flame dancing on his head. He stands behind Sora,
placing his long-fingered hand on his shoulder
Hades: Well, then, hey, get a load of this.
A piece of papyrus appears in Hades’s hand, much to Sora’s surprise
Sora: A pass?
Hades: It’s all yours.
He starts to leave after giving him the Entry Pass
Hades: Good luck, kid. I’m pulling for you, little shorty.