1: Clemens est in horto
'Hey, Clemens, my main man!' Quintus said, knocking Clemens on to the floor with his friendly bro-punch.
'Master Quintus. How may I assist you... er bro?' Replied Clemens from his place on the floor.
'Hey, hey, you're gettin' it, man. Ease off, bro, let the words flow. I just wanted to know of you wanna come and play discus with me?'
'Master-man-' Sutttered Clemens, 'I want to, er... bro but I've got t- gotta help Grumio prepare the b-breadsticks for the e-election. The poor take them and p-promise to vote for the candidate giving them food. They hide them in their p-purses.'
'Ah, like the meme.'
'Y-yeah. The Olive Hortus one.'
'LOL I love that one, bro.'
'M-me too.'
'You mean meme too! LOL!' Cried Quintus, laughing so hard he was in tears. He straightened up. 'So you're not coming to discus, bro?'
'Nah. B-bro.'
Clemens picked up his bag of flour and scurried away.
'He is one calidarium short of a bath.' Murmured Quintus as he walked off.