From the Drowsy Mind of a Mouse

"Hic pietatis honos? Sic nos in sceptra reponis?"
~ Venus, from The Aeneid

I was in a grey, nondescript room, and in front of me was the uncannily gorgeous Roman goddess of love, fertility, and beauty, Venus. Why I just assumed some god that I don't believe in was real, I don't know. I mean, I'm practically an atheist, but there I was, assuming Venus was real because I could see her. I had done some task for her, and as a result, she was doing the stereotypical woman thing to do, namely MAKING ME A GOSH DARN SAMMICH! Yes, Venus was making me a salami and cheese sandwich. In between the layers of food was a translation of the Aeneid, but not into English, but rather into Swedish. Swedish? Why Swedish, I don't know. The translation looked like mayonnaise, and when I ate the sandwich, I heard the translation in my head. It sounded like "Drok dun dah deh doo," and similar sounds. I don't think I've ever heard anyone speak Swedish, so I guess that's what I expect it to sound like. And that was about it, just me, the goddess of beauty, and a sammich.

"Parce metu, Cytherea. You chill? Good, now make me an Aeneid sammich!!!!!111one"