Froms't that earth, churn'd up and ov'r by Teutonic barrage, Had those deadn'd husks spire'd Heavenward The iron dragon, man made and fierce, Thunderously sang its leaden hymn Cutting down all it could, all those who stood before it.
Marius Spurnius: Caius! I need you! *Marius whines from the lower floor* *Caius rushes down the stairs at the call of his master* Caius Tarqinius: How can I be of service, young Marius? Marius Spurnius: For a servant, you’re one who’s prone to wit. I need a place where I can enjoy the wit of others. *Caius stares blankly at his young master, and the monitor before him, puzzle becoming him.* Caius Tarqinius: Ah!, yes I know just the place, young Marius. Marius Spurnius: Well on with it! Caius Tarqinius: Try wittyprofiles.com, young Marius. *Marius nods, sending Caius away to return to his duties. Minutes pass by before the page loads* Marius Spurnius: Caius! I need you! *Marius cries again* *Caius again rushes to his young master’s side* Caius Tarqinius: How can I be of service, young Marius? Marius Spurnius: Is this some kind of joke? Caius Tarqinius: I’m not sure I understand, young Marius. *Marius jabs a finger towards the screen furiously* Marius Spurnius: It’s nothing but fifteen year old girls! Caius Tarqinius: So it is, yes, so it is. Marius Spurnius: Wait…are you saying…? *Caius clamps his mouth shut as he begins to eurpt into laughter* Marius Spurnius: You are! I am not a fifteen year old girl and you know it! -Fin-