XI
WOOOOOO! Finally, that jerk Germania is out of here. What a loser! All that talk about "honor" and protecting his family and the guy goes and gets himself droned like that. How like a filthy barbarian, am I right? Hohohoho!
Ahhh, it's so nice to be able to breathe deep without my nostrils filling up with his stench. Wait, there's still a stench. Whose turn is it to take out the garbage? Belgium? Toph? Whatever, let's just make Not Italy do it.
"Dad, I already told you, my name's not-"
Sounds an awful lot like your name is Going To Get Grounded If He Doesn't Take The Trash Out, young man! Maybe you should work on that. There's a good lad. You know, I wasn't so keen on these blank-eyed "drone" people when I first got here, but once you get used to 'em, they're not so bad! Friendly, amicable, short hair, laugh at your jokes, never get close to you and then just stab you in the-
[A moment of silence.]
Where was I? Ah, whatever. Anywho, what's the deal, my home dogs? That's what the kids say nowadays, right? Grandpa Rome is seeing a lot of new faces around here, that's for sure. It's kind of weird, seeing so many different humans from different places crammed together like this. Most of my old human friends are dead, even Caesar! Come to think of it, especially Caesar. Man looked like a damn pincushion when we found 'im.
Anyway, tell me about yourselves! Do people still fight wars where you come from? What kind of gods do you worship? What do you eat? Grandpa wants to know! Don't bother answering if you're from my world; I already know everything there is to know about you. This is because I am a spooky ghost and I see everything you do. Especially you, England, and you should be ashamed of yourself. You know what I'm talking about.
Don't be shy, speak up! The Roman Empire is always looking to make new friends, wahahaha!
[With a booming laugh, Rome signs off.
Family members who check out the kitchen might notice a large knife driven deep into the wall.]
Ahhh, it's so nice to be able to breathe deep without my nostrils filling up with his stench. Wait, there's still a stench. Whose turn is it to take out the garbage? Belgium? Toph? Whatever, let's just make Not Italy do it.
"Dad, I already told you, my name's not-"
Sounds an awful lot like your name is Going To Get Grounded If He Doesn't Take The Trash Out, young man! Maybe you should work on that. There's a good lad. You know, I wasn't so keen on these blank-eyed "drone" people when I first got here, but once you get used to 'em, they're not so bad! Friendly, amicable, short hair, laugh at your jokes, never get close to you and then just stab you in the-
[A moment of silence.]
Where was I? Ah, whatever. Anywho, what's the deal, my home dogs? That's what the kids say nowadays, right? Grandpa Rome is seeing a lot of new faces around here, that's for sure. It's kind of weird, seeing so many different humans from different places crammed together like this. Most of my old human friends are dead, even Caesar! Come to think of it, especially Caesar. Man looked like a damn pincushion when we found 'im.
Anyway, tell me about yourselves! Do people still fight wars where you come from? What kind of gods do you worship? What do you eat? Grandpa wants to know! Don't bother answering if you're from my world; I already know everything there is to know about you. This is because I am a spooky ghost and I see everything you do. Especially you, England, and you should be ashamed of yourself. You know what I'm talking about.
Don't be shy, speak up! The Roman Empire is always looking to make new friends, wahahaha!
[With a booming laugh, Rome signs off.
Family members who check out the kitchen might notice a large knife driven deep into the wall.]