"The gods sense that inbalance in the universe!"
Cirba, you better jolly well watch your mouth there or something really repugnant might happen with our seasons and weather.
It's iMbalance, my boy, not iNbalance.
All a trumped up word like inbalance describes is something like one of Tiger Woods' better swings.
As God was creating the world, he turned to Gabriel and began bragging of a land he created with vast tracts of beautiful land, open areas for His people to farm and gorgeous mountain vistas accessible to all. God really felt He could give humans a taste of paradise on Earth. Gabriel became obstinate and demanded that God keep things in balance, as He had promised.
"There MUST be balance, God, there must be!" He pleaded.
God, however, consoled Gabriel with these words.
"Gabriel, I have dubbed my paradise on Earth, 'Pennsylvania' and balance will be achieved by the bastards I put next door to them in 'New Jersey.'"