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Chapter I: Rumble in Rome
Jane: So... I spy, with my little eye.
Theodore: Oh just cut it out, mom. You're not going to cheer me up.
Jane: I'm just trying to help... You shouldn't get so upset over this.
George: Your mother's right, Theo. We all lose every once in a while.
Theodore: Not me. Dad, why did we have to drive across the country in your Mini Cooper?
George: Well if you're going to cruise, you might as well cruise in style!
Theodore: Right... Well this was a useless trip.
Jane: You have no reason to be this upset. Quit pouting! Just because you lost the baseball tournament, doesn't mean you can mope all the way home.
Theodore: But baseball is my life!
George: Some life...
Jane: George!
Theodore: At least it's active. Dad, your life is Civilization IV!
George: Hey, I can stop anytime I want!
Jane: No need for fighting...
George: The point is, we all win and we all lose. End of story.
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Theodore: But I don't want to lose.
Jane: You can always play for the team next year.
Theodore: I barely made the cut this year! Who says I'll make it next year? And the team hates me! I guess I can't hit a double to save my life...
Jane: Again, get over it! Theo, you can't spend all of your life whining. Life is short.
George: Yes. I'm sure the team doesn't hate you.
Theodore: You know why there is mustard over my short?
George: Because you're a klutz who dropped your hot dog on it?
Theodore: No! Billy Westmore threw a hot dog at me! Actually two. But one hit the coach.
George: Well you don't have to worry about Billy anymore.
Theodore: No, the coach got angry at me and threatened to kick me off the team.
Jane: That ain't right. We've got to-
George: Jane, no. He needs to fight his own battles. He can patch things up with the coach next baseball season.
Theodore: I ain't joining! I don't want to have to drive all the way to Iowa for regionals again! Why does it have to be in Iowa? Who lives there?! Massachusetts is like 1000 miles away from Iowa!
George: Well we still haven't left Iowa yet, you're going to be grumpy for the entire car ride. And we'll be driving for three days.
Theodore: Why couldn't you let me get a smartphone?
George: Who needs those? Useless...
Theodore: Ugh. I hate baseball.
Jane: You said you loved it two days ago.
Theodore: Before my team lost because of me! I was the last batter at the bottom of nineth! That batter is always responsible for his team's victory or defeat! And I led the Mighty Mooses to defeat!
Jane: The plural of moose is moose.
Theodore: Oh I don't care! I hate baseball! I give up!
George: Give up?! Give up?! What is wrong with you?! Never give up! Like the Byzantine Empire!
Theodore: The Whatantine Empire?
Jane: No, no, no!
George: You don't know about the Byzantines? Something must be done!
Theodore: Mom, I'm so sorry. I should have known he would do something like this.
George: *Ahem* Once upon a time, there was a really cool empire called the Roman Empire. It single handily kicked the ass of the entire Mediterranean. Unfortunately, the emperors were jerks and back-stabbers. And some guy named Nero screwed up the system by killing himself. Some good stuff happened before everything flushed down the toilet. A guy named Diocletian was too lazy to rule all of the Empire and split it up into four. Eventually, the four empires merged into one for the Roman Family Reunion and a Christian guy called Constantine, "Consty", declared himself emperor. He was jealous of Rome and founded his own city, Constantinople. Contrary to popular belief, the city is named after the CFC user, not the opposite way around. Anyways, his children were too lazy to govern the behemoth Empire and repeatedly divided and united it, make up your mind already! So barbarians constantinely attacked the two Roman Empires. Eventually, in 476, a guy called Romulus Augustus, named after two of the greatest Roman leaders, surrendered even though he wasn't French. He should have been named Caligulus Elagabalus. So, the Western Roman Empire a splode into many separate non-Roman kingdoms. And the Eastern Roman Empire's deposed then restored king, Zeno, was like, "Wha?"
So, in 500, Anastasius I Dicorus found himself the ruler of a crippled and useless country with no friends. What could he possibly do? Find out next time!
Theodore: Next time? Wha?
George: That's what Zeno said!