Kill everyone. That's my new policy. You get to Rome, you pull out your goddamn katana and you just start slicing.
When I recieved an urgent distress call sent out to... well, everyone, about how Titan needed us back, I had no choice but to hope onto a bright blue motorcycle and to floor it until I got back to the Forum.
(It may have occured to the more discerning minds out that that you can't "floor it" with a motorcycle, or it might not, because, you see, I'm not even really sure if you can. Can you? Please email me at alcalzbird@msn.com with your 500 word answer to answer this complex question.)
And yes, the whole bright blue motorcyle was one of my sad attempts to integrate myself into Titan Mythology. It failed. At least I made half of the stickies on the new site and have the distinction as being the best Titan ever, since they never selected a new "Titan of the Month" after me.
Suckers.
And now, in the words of the famed Doctor Petersen-Deeprose, AKA Lazrac (which ISN'T Carzal backwards), "I bid you good-night, because I have a fricken polisci test tommorow morning at 8, I didn't study because I was watching the entire first season of Heroes and I'm hoping that sleep is going to turn me into a brilliant political scientist. Also, please let me develop the super-power of incredible sex appeal. Telekinesis wouldn't be so bad either, but the sex appeal one seems damn useful, and has the bonus of being originally thought up by me, and not by a TV series. Goodnight!"
(and no, I didn't actually say that outloud. I mean, the Doctor didn't.)