Roman Legion on the march north. A great big
hairy kilted Scotsman jumps up on a hillock and yells, "Aye, so ye be Romans, eh? Gie
me yer ten best men then!" Ten Legionaires are dispatched. Bang! #@* Crash! $&%
Wallop! Five minutes later, a lone survivor struggles back. A hundred soldiers are sent
back up. None return! Risking all, the commander sends the remainder of the entire legion
up the hill. Screams, shouts, and the all out commotion of the battle follow! Then, on the
skyline, a lone Roman officer approaches. "Sir! Sir! They've cheated! They lied!
There were TWO of them all along.......!"