Author's Note: Ok I have no idea where this came from, and just for the record I do not do drugs.Andyou thought the other chapters were random.
Disclaimer: Yeah nothinghere belongs to me.
Scene flicks to the Trojans having another discussion about whether they should fight in the war - you think they would have come to a desicion by now!
Archeptolemus: The omens are gathering, the directive is clear.
Hector: Fight for your country, that's your only directive.
Archeptolemus: And what! break a nail? I don't think so, some of us aren't as buff as you!
Priam ignores this.
Priam: The last time the high priest spoke to us, he prophesised a great victory for Troy. We won a great victory. Let him speak. What course of action do you recommend?
Hector silently and childishly imitates his father.
Archeptolemus: The gods favour our marajuana, now is the time to smoke it.
Priam: No, about the war.
Archeptolemus: Oh yea, that... attack.
Priam ignores him.
Priam: Glaucus.
Glaucus: Their marajuana is detroyed. Smoke ours now, smoke it hard and they will come running.
Priam and Hector exchange disdainful looks.
Priam: People! We are talking about the war that happened yesterday.
Velior: Oh yeah, I must admit, I overestimated all the pretty colours the Greeks had.
Hector hits forehead in annoyance.
Hector: The Myrmidons did not fight yesterday. There's dissension between the Greeks, but if we smoke their pot, we will unify them. If they decide to do drugs, let them, we will confiscate it. Yesterday the Greeks underestimated the power of mushrooms. Let us not return the favour.
Priam completely ignores his son, as it's obvious he's been puffing the magic dragon as well.
Priam (to Archeptolemus)You're confident about these omens.
Archeptolemus: Well obviously - I'm a High Priest of Apollo aren't I?
Priam considers this thoughtfully.
Priam: Ok, prepare the army. We'll attack at noon.
Hector takes another puff.
Hector: You see, this is a mistake daddy, but people make lots of mistakes don't they, I mean think about it, mistake, isn't it a strange word... mis-take.
Priam rolls eyes.
Priam: Give me that.
He snatches cone away from Hector.
Everyone leaves room, Priam starts smoking the pot as he leaves the room.
Author's Note: What did I tell you?