A Goth, a Vandal, and a disheveled Roman walk into a bar. The Roman gets a few drinks in him and launches a tirade at his two compatriots. "You can take our wealth, you can take our lives, but you can never take our culture!", he screams, then collapses to the floor. The Vandal turns to the Goth and asks, "Vatch iss ziss he isk saying?" His friend shrugs disinterestedly.
"
Ich wiel nicht," the Goth mutters over the brim of his cup, "Iss all Greek to me!"
I miss Seth
