Hah!
Joy-Joy feelings, my best barnet. I don't know any Joys, let alone feelin' 'em up!
And I've not been feelin'g Em up either.
I know a Jo or two, but like Joy and Em(ma), they too are free from gropeage.
What I do inspire, is a sudden desire amongst others to have Pressing Business Elsewhere when my attendance is assured! I'm like Ephialtes - a disfigured, short misshapen dwarf, revolting all those around him by my very presence.
Just because they prefer oiled up muscular macho Spartan hunkage!
King Leon Hardass? Xerxes? Lena Headache? Lovely Queen Lenina Huxley, more like!
Thermopylae? Thermo = Heat (We're off to Per-sia, to buy Heat Magazine!), Pylae = Pile of (probably). Thermopylae = Pile of heat to thaw you out of the Cryo-Prison!
And they're all having a punch up on the beach! Well, at least they had a plentiful supply of seashells.
Hah! Them Persians don't know how to use the three seashells!
On the plus side... Rrrrrrrrrratburgerz!
Oh, we're back to Troll again.
Will this Percy queue shun never end?
THIS. IS. SPARTAN!
John Spartan!
