"Sing, Goddess, sing of the rage of Achilles, son of Peleus—
that murderous anger which condemned Achaeans
to countless agonies and hurled many warrior souls
deep into Hades, leaving their dead bodies
carrion food for dogs and birds—
all in fulfillment of the will of Zeus."

*Blabbering to herself* I swear that man never did anything to help poor Achilles and me, yet he gets all the press!! Humph! *To Achilles* Well son - you look much better holding that sword than you did in a dress. And just where can one get a nip to get this show on the road?? :-D