On tonight's exciting episode of Rome.
"Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale, a tale of a fateful ship..."
Well, after pissing off Neptune with some crack about cocksucking, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumb find themselves shipwrecked on the island of Plotus Deviceia. After what seemed like only 20 minutes they make a raft out of old audience members and end up washed up on shore not ten feet from one of the main characters, and their sworn enemy.
Whatthefuckadkfadla.
After a sandwich they feel much better, but must have been suffering from the sun as Tweedle Dee lets his enemy go.
"That was a bit excessive"
Cut to Caesar, who also has a touch of the sun stroke as he is accepting ex-enemies back as if nothing has happened.
This is almost believable. But when the Tweedles arrive in camp with news that they (Dee) let Pompeii go, Caesar is first angry but when he realizes that they have been guided by a higher power (the writer or writers), and always seem to be there during the most important events.
Caesar's faith in miracles is restored.
There was other nonsense about matronly lesbians, and where the hell was Octavian, but...
Pompeii's final fate did have a certain power, but I half expected the Tweedles to be there disguised as Egyptian soldiers.
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