Martin: I’m glad you brought that up
NASIR: Is it imagining, or do we rise to heights unknown in wake of battle?
AGRON: As all men do, when bathed in blood and victory.
NASIR: When Rome falls, I fear we shall split the heavens in celebration.
AGRON: And fuck Jupiter as he plummets to the earth.
NASIR: Oh, you believe you fuck as a god now?
AGRON: I boast but upon evidence given.
NASIR: Couple proud words with wine, and see them better received.
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