Anonymous makeshift advisor: Sir, you have a visitor. I would be wary of him.
Never trust a man in a toga!
Pacal: Send him in.
Pericles: As leader of ancient Greece, father and mother of all civilized, welcome the Mantese people in my presence.
Christos: WHOOO!!! YEAH! GREECE!
Pacal: Wait- what do you mean "Ancient Greece"? It's actually modern greece for now.
Pericles: I'm eternal, remember? Unless you kill me off, of cou-
Christos: GREECE!
Pacal: Do you need him for anything?
Pericles: Not really. But he is good at heightening morale.
Pacal: So he's good with soldiers, eh? We need advisors. How would he like to be in charge of our military?
Pericles: Eh. Take him. I've adopted slavery anyway.
Pacal: Thanks. Now OUT!
Pericles is ousted from the palace.
Pacal: In the 25th century BC there isn't much in the way of an organized military, but you can keep me company anyway.
Christos: Sounds good to me...I guess.
Anonymous Makeshift Advisor: Sir, we just discovered pottery.
Pacal: Why are YOU telling me this? I have my own honorary advisor now.
Anonymous Makeshift Advisor: Yes, but no technological advisor.
MantaRevan: Ooh! Me! I wanna be technological overseer!
Pacal: No. A user has to apply for that.
MantaRevan: At least research archery.
Christos: As military advisor, I agree.
Pacal: Fine. You get your way...for now.
Anonymous Makeshift Advisor: Congratulations! You have connected your first food resource! C-
Randomly and abruptly a stick of dynamite busts through the ceiling. It then randomly turns into an odd man with
MAXWAR tattooed randomly on his forehead.
Christos: It's Mawar!
Pacal: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON?!?
Christos: He'll be the Minister of Randomness.
Pacal: Good. We needed one.