Mr. Ham R. Tongs pointed at the pie chart.

Mr. Ham R. Tongs pointed at the pie chart. "As you can see, we spent too much on Manhole Covers this fiscal year. I purpose we switch from cast iron to corregated cardboard."

Then Ms. Lilly Pastrami adjusted her spaghetti strap dress. Ham R. Tongs stuttered. Domino brought the worst in questions, he shot "Cardboard! Won't heat

squeaking, peeking, friendly mice?" Ham scowled at Domino, infuriated. Domino replied dumbly, "But I like microwaving cheese burritos for the mice," he smiled. "Tasty cheese." Ham

exploded! "If you feed them. The mice will multiply!" Domino frowned. "Multiply? They can do maths?" Maybe they can teach me? "No no." said Ham, "I mean make baby mice."

Unbeknownst to Domino and Ham, Macavity was lurking in the shadows licking his thumbs & doing long division sums. He was planning on using the amazing multiplying mice as a food

additive. He'd integrate convolving the mice with strudel dough into the automated process at the factory. As Macavity hid in the shadows, his prime concern was that Domino & Ham

would be attacked by the Greek army. But fortunatley it wasn't.

The Romans lived on to see another day, the greeks not attacking them had set them up for success. They would now

conquer and absorb their gods for their own. Zeus into Jupiter, Aphrodite into Venus. Through subtle co-mingling of their cultures, the Roman's won without a single arrow shot.