The Glorious Gifts Of The Gods Are

The Proof Of Battle Is Action, Proof Of Words, Debate. No Time For Speeches Now, It's Time To Fight.

I'm Like That Guy Who Single-handedly Built The Rocket And Flew To The Moon. What Was His Name? Apollo Creed?

Remember That Postcard Grandpa Sent Us From Florida Of That Alligator Biting That Woman's Bottom? That's Right, We All Thought It Was Hilarious. But, It Turns Out We Were Wrong. That Alligator Was Sexually Harassing That Woman.

My Hour At Last Has Come; Yet Not Ingloriously Or Passively I Die, But First Will Do Some Valiant Deed, Of Which Mankind Shall Hear In After Time.

It Is Entirely Seemly For A Young Man Killed In Battle To Lie Mangled By The Bronze Spear. In His Death All Things Appear Fair.