Procreation, my dear Watson.
A funny looking Viking with a bone in his hair, from this point on referred as Leif: Look to the skies, my friends.
Random Bosporan named "Citizen #2": Is it an aeroplane?
Hannibal: Is it Superman?
Head priest of the cult of Aphrodite: No, no, no you fools. It is clearly, an OMEN!
Everybody in unison: *gasp*
An omen!?
Leif: Our wise priest, what do gods tell us through this wonderous omen?
Priest: *closes his eyes, puts his hand to forehead and receives telepathical messages from the gods*
I...sense...an incorporeal energy being among us!
Everybody: *GASP*
Priest: The being tells me...H...H...Ha...Do any of you have a recently deceased relative/friend/mate/acquintance whose name starts with H?
Leif: Harald! *cries*
My dog Harald. I miss him so much. What a brave little viking dog he was. *audience applauds, Leif wipes off his tears*
Priest: Leif, your dog Harald wants to say he is fine and in dog heaven. And he wants you to move on in your life.
Leif: *more tears*
Little Bob: But...how can a dog talk?
Priest: Uhhh...hmmmm...*nods towards Little BoB with his head and two gorillas grab him*
Wait, wait! I am getting another message! Ohh, hi there Zeus, it's the head priest of Aphrodite's cult here. Really? Haha, he did what!? You'r kidding, you got to be kidding! Oh nooo, she dates Jimmy? Oooh! Hahaha! Yes, yes. I agree.
You busty redhead in the front row, yes you. Zeus wants you to show off your boobs. To me, yes.
Husband of the busty redhead in the front row: Hey, Zeus can't do that! I am not buying your religion thing. I think Zeus and others are just fairy tales told by you and your kin to keep us proletariat drugged by hopes of better afterlife and that our life deserves to suck.
Priest: Uhh, gods are, uhm. real. And ready to smite you.
Husband of the busty redhead in the front row: Oh yeah? Prove it by some miracle!
Priest: Ok. Turn around. All of you, turn around. Uhh, turn around now.
*people turn around, priest picks up a flower from the ground*
Now turn back and behold this beautiful flower Aphrodite summoned to my hand! Look at it and tell me it is not a creation of the goddess of love.
Everybody: *gasp* WOW! AMAZING!
Asklepiodorus Spartocid: So what is happening here?
Leif: It is an omen, lord. This good priest here has explained us the will of gods!
Asklepiodorus Spartocid: You mean that cloud shaped in the form of a woman?
Random Bosporan named "Citizen #2": The what? No, we mean the bright blue sky, it always rains here in England!
Asklepiodorus Spartocid: ...
This is not England.
Leif: This is not England? Damn it, I must have misnavigated. Sorry everybody for disturbing. *stops pillaging and raping*
Little Bob, chased by two gorillas: No, no. That was no problem at all! Was nice having you visit us.
Priest: What, of course I mean the woman-shaped cloud. *krmh*
Naturally, of course I mean it...
*throws his "ode for bright blue sky" to trash bin*
*everybody stops and starts looking at Leonidas*
Leonidas: Oh please, could you please forget that? I am not shouting it again! It was one time! ONE TIME! And it wasn't funny even then. Stop posting "this is Sparta!" everywhere! It's. Not. Funny.
Husband of the busty redhead in the front row: So good priest, can you tell us what this new omen means?
Priest: Uhh, sure. Uhm...ööööhhh...mmm...Gods want you to have sex?
Everybody: *silence*
Husband of the busty redhead in the front row: Yeah, I'll buy that.
*people shrug their shoulders and continue their lives*
Asklepiodorus Spartocid: *shakes heads and sighes*
A funny looking Viking with a bone in his hair, from this point on referred as Leif: Look to the skies, my friends.
Random Bosporan named "Citizen #2": Is it an aeroplane?
Hannibal: Is it Superman?
Head priest of the cult of Aphrodite: No, no, no you fools. It is clearly, an OMEN!
Everybody in unison: *gasp*
An omen!?
Leif: Our wise priest, what do gods tell us through this wonderous omen?
Priest: *closes his eyes, puts his hand to forehead and receives telepathical messages from the gods*
I...sense...an incorporeal energy being among us!
Everybody: *GASP*
Priest: The being tells me...H...H...Ha...Do any of you have a recently deceased relative/friend/mate/acquintance whose name starts with H?
Leif: Harald! *cries*
My dog Harald. I miss him so much. What a brave little viking dog he was. *audience applauds, Leif wipes off his tears*
Priest: Leif, your dog Harald wants to say he is fine and in dog heaven. And he wants you to move on in your life.
Leif: *more tears*
Little Bob: But...how can a dog talk?
Priest: Uhhh...hmmmm...*nods towards Little BoB with his head and two gorillas grab him*
Wait, wait! I am getting another message! Ohh, hi there Zeus, it's the head priest of Aphrodite's cult here. Really? Haha, he did what!? You'r kidding, you got to be kidding! Oh nooo, she dates Jimmy? Oooh! Hahaha! Yes, yes. I agree.
You busty redhead in the front row, yes you. Zeus wants you to show off your boobs. To me, yes.
Husband of the busty redhead in the front row: Hey, Zeus can't do that! I am not buying your religion thing. I think Zeus and others are just fairy tales told by you and your kin to keep us proletariat drugged by hopes of better afterlife and that our life deserves to suck.
Priest: Uhh, gods are, uhm. real. And ready to smite you.
Husband of the busty redhead in the front row: Oh yeah? Prove it by some miracle!
Priest: Ok. Turn around. All of you, turn around. Uhh, turn around now.
*people turn around, priest picks up a flower from the ground*
Now turn back and behold this beautiful flower Aphrodite summoned to my hand! Look at it and tell me it is not a creation of the goddess of love.
Everybody: *gasp* WOW! AMAZING!
Asklepiodorus Spartocid: So what is happening here?
Leif: It is an omen, lord. This good priest here has explained us the will of gods!
Asklepiodorus Spartocid: You mean that cloud shaped in the form of a woman?
Random Bosporan named "Citizen #2": The what? No, we mean the bright blue sky, it always rains here in England!
Asklepiodorus Spartocid: ...
This is not England.
Leif: This is not England? Damn it, I must have misnavigated. Sorry everybody for disturbing. *stops pillaging and raping*
Little Bob, chased by two gorillas: No, no. That was no problem at all! Was nice having you visit us.
Priest: What, of course I mean the woman-shaped cloud. *krmh*
Naturally, of course I mean it...
*throws his "ode for bright blue sky" to trash bin*
*everybody stops and starts looking at Leonidas*
Leonidas: Oh please, could you please forget that? I am not shouting it again! It was one time! ONE TIME! And it wasn't funny even then. Stop posting "this is Sparta!" everywhere! It's. Not. Funny.
Husband of the busty redhead in the front row: So good priest, can you tell us what this new omen means?
Priest: Uhh, sure. Uhm...ööööhhh...mmm...Gods want you to have sex?
Everybody: *silence*
Husband of the busty redhead in the front row: Yeah, I'll buy that.
*people shrug their shoulders and continue their lives*
Asklepiodorus Spartocid: *shakes heads and sighes*
