Troy- Gone Rum
"Luke, I am your father!" apprised Hector.
"My name is not Luke," protested Paris. "And you are not my father!"
"Oh," said Hector, turning around. Something caught his eye. It was a square sponge and it was flipping on the floor like a fish out of water. Hector bent down to grab it.
Riippp! Hector's skirt had ripped again.
"Oh no!" he yelled. "Helen is eating my Lucky Charms!" He quickly snatched them away from her, bowl and all, and poured them down his cavernous mouth avariciously. Priam was aghast.
"Hector!" he called. "Do your worst!"
"Ok pop!" Hector squawked in reply. "Daddy, I want to fly!"
"Ok son," said Priam. He pushed Hector off the wall.
"Wahooo!" Hector yelled. He flew through the air (in a path resembling a downward parabola) until he landed on Achilles, who was dancing and singing in his little pink tutu. Hector grabbed Paris' longbow and shot Achilles in the butt.
"Dang!" said Achilles. "Thought I was immortal."
The End