roof.
What
, I ask you, is there to worry about?”
“That’s the spirit!” said Bob.
They arrived at the Imperial Palace and shuffled into a large meeting
room. Inside were about ten men in togas feasting on a lavish buffet
spread.
“Bobbus!” cried a very fat man from the buffet table, “You’re late!
But don’t you fret. I saved you some mutton!”
“Cool. Thanks Humungulus!” Bob said, giving the man a
complicated urban handshake and accepting a plate of seasoned
meat.
“I love that handshake, Bobbus!” said the obese Roman, “You
sure are one crazy out-far guy!”
“Far-out,” corrected Bob.
“But of course!” he cried, and led Bob to a circle of men. Bob had
come to know them all well. Together, they made up the executive
committee in charge of leisure for the Roman Court. Humungulus
was the Sports and Exercise Chairman, while others were in charge
of things such as Gladiator events, Christian executions, Egyptian
tours, Theater performances, and a myriad other diversions.
“So Bobbus!” exclaimed Epithelian, the man in charge of
Female-Greco-Roman-Mud-Wrestling, “I trust you have a swinging
rave planned for the court. The politicos sure could use a little break.
They just received word that the Jews have stepped up their attacks
on our Asian trade routes.” He laughed, “I guess they’re pissed that
we tried to kill them all off.”
“What a bunch of whiners,” said Syphillus, the Brothel
Undersecretary, “So, what you got for us, Bobbus?”
“I’ve got something you’ll love!” Bob exclaimed. “Listen up
everybody!”
Everyone drew near to hear what he had to say.
The young Orgy Chairman smiled and announced, “We’re gonna
have a
toga
party!”
There was no reaction from the crowd.
“What’s a toga party?” asked Epithelian.
Bob grew excited. “It’s where everybody wears sheets and drinks
a lot and after a while the sheets start falling off the girls and
everybody listens to music from the sixties. Like in that movie
Animal House!”
“But we’re already wearing sheets,” pointed out Syphillus. “And
H O L Y S H I T !
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