"To be frank, I'm hungry!" Frank leered at the bbq where rows of burgers and #franks sizzled in the late July afternoon.
A roar rose in the distance. Celebrants scattered before hordes of Vandals, Visigoths, and Franks swarmed the field.
Except Frank.
He faced the chieftain. Frank didn't flinch.
He sneered. "Whaddya want?"
With a mighty shout, "Burgers, beer, and hot dogs!"
Frank folded his arms. "Only after you and your army pays the admission."
Rome was easier than Independence Day.
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