Here, Therefore, Huge And Mighty Warrior Though

Just Once I'd Like Someone To Call Me 'sir' Without Adding 'you're Making A Scene.'

I've Gone Back In Time To When Dinosaurs Weren't Just Confined To Zoos.

Sweet Sleep Fell Upon His Eyelids, Unwakeful, Most Pleasant, The Nearest Like Death.

For They Imagined As They Wished--that It Was A Wild Shot,/ An Unintended Killing--fools, Not To Comprehend/ They Were Already In The Grip Of Death./ But Glaring Under His Brows Odysseus Answered: 'you Yellow Dogs, You Thought I'd Never Make It/ Home From The Land Of Troy. You Took My House To Plunder,/ Twisted My Maids To Serve Your Beds. You Dared/ Bid For My Wife While I Was Still Alive./ Contempt Was All You Had For The Gods Who Rule Wide Heaven,/ Contempt For What Men Say Of You Hereafter./ Your Last Hour Has Come. You Die In Blood.

To Speak His Thoughts Is Every Freeman's Right, In Peace And War, In Council And In Fight.