25 [VOICE OF SPARTAAAAAAAAAA]
[The communicator begins to broadcast unintentionally, a series of scratching noises and static as if it is jostling around in a pocket or a bag or something. Really, whoever designed these things has obviously never head of pocket-calling.
There is a brief silence, then it begins. Two male voices, loud, obnoxious, preparing for something they probably shouldn't.]
YOU!
[Alex begins]
ME.
[Tom]
WHERE IS YOUR CROTCH ARMOR SOLDIER?
THERE IS NONE SO LARGE AS TO HOLD MY MIGHTY GRACE!
NONSENSE, THIS IS SPARTA. WE PREPARE FOR JUST THIS OCCASION.
THEN I SHALL HAVE THE JOCKSTRAP OF THE GODS!
[Hide your wine and your women, because here they come...
EDIT; Also thanks to Constantine, they are actually dressed at Spartans... so..]
There is a brief silence, then it begins. Two male voices, loud, obnoxious, preparing for something they probably shouldn't.]
YOU!
[Alex begins]
ME.
[Tom]
WHERE IS YOUR CROTCH ARMOR SOLDIER?
THERE IS NONE SO LARGE AS TO HOLD MY MIGHTY GRACE!
NONSENSE, THIS IS SPARTA. WE PREPARE FOR JUST THIS OCCASION.
THEN I SHALL HAVE THE JOCKSTRAP OF THE GODS!
[Hide your wine and your women, because here they come...
EDIT; Also thanks to Constantine, they are actually dressed at Spartans... so..]