Yes, here it is, in just about an hour, too! I've decided I'll get more done if I'm doing lots ofquickie little chapters. Sorry if it irritates you, but believe me, things will be done faster this way. Hope you're enjoying!
Somehow these later chapters don't seem to me to be as good as the first one...Ah well! I don't care, and will soldier on for a few more chapters! Enjoy, dolls...
Spartans: FRIENDSHIP!
Trojans: FRIENDSHIP!
Spartans: BROTHERS-IN-ARMS
Trojans: BROTHERS-IN-ARMS
Spartans: THIS IS A REPEAT AFTER ME SONG!
Trojans: THIS IS A REPEAT AFTER ME SONG!
Spartans: WAY DOWN YONDER BUT NOT FAR OFF!
Trojans: WAY DOWN YONDER BUT NOT FAR OFF!
Spartans: PARIS DIED OF THE WHOOPING COUGH!
Trojans: …What?
Spartans: It's an old camp favourite…?
Menelaus: Oh, who cares. Prince of Troy, Princess of Troy--
Hector: Paris is a guy, actually…
Menelaus: Really? Damn.
Helen: Really? Damn.
Paris: Really? Oh, wait…yeah.
Menelaus: I will now make a speech, praising both of us and saying suspiciously admiring things about your dad.
Hector: As long as Paris doesn't get a hold of any serving---too late.
Menelaus: (waves hand) Eh. It's fine. I can hook up with Paris later.
Paris: Ew.
Menelaus: (cough) er…drink with me! We'll go down and have a couple of Bloody Marys at the Garden, then pick up a couple atthe Little Princess, then BAM! Back to the bar for shots! How's that for a slice of fried gold?
Hector: ...
Menelaus: To peace!
Hector: To peace!
Menelaus: May the gods keep the women in the hills and the wolves in our beds!
Paris: Woof woof!
Hector: …isn't it the other way 'round..?
Menelaus: (leans in) have you SEEN some of the Spartan birds?
Hector: Yes, your serving girls…
Menelaus: I have no serving girls. I have serving boys, and female dancers which have been imported, but no Spartan serving girls.
Hector: O.o
Menelaus: Indeed.
(feasting, fighting, shagging ensues)
Menelaus: (dances with strippers) (sashays up to Hector) (hugs rather suspiciously)
Hector: (backs away) (holds wine cup in front of him as barrier) FOR THE GODS!
Menelaus: (winks lasciviously) For the gods!
Paris: ("talking" with serving boy) OOH HELEN IS LEAVING TO GO UPSTAIRS! HURR! (looks round) (puts on sunglasses) (hums Mission Impossible theme song as he sidles up stairs)
Serving boy: (pout)
Hector: (espies lonely serving boy) (espies Paris sidling upstairs, humming MI theme song) (starts to follow Paris upstairs) Eh. Screw him.
Serving boy: Yes please!
(more fighting, feasting, shagging, and general drunken chaos ensues)
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