(A messenger, clad in pinstripes, arrives in Sparta)
“Before you speak, Persian,” Littlidas said, “know that in Sparta everyone, even the Boss’ messenger, is held accountable for the words of his voice. Now, what message do you bring?”
“Damon and Embree,” the messenger declared.
“You rode all the way from Persia for Damon and Embree?” Littlidas asked.
“Do not be coy or stupid, Persian,” said Manny, “You can afford neither in Sparta.”
“What makes this woman think she can speak among men?” the messenger exclaimed.
“Because only Spartan women give birth to real men,” Manny replied.
“Listen carefully, Littlidas,” the messenger continued, “Steinbrenner buys and controls everything he rests his eyes upon. He owns a wallet so thick it shakes the ground with its weight. All the God-King Steinbrenner requires is this: a simple offering of Damon and Embree, a token of Sparta’s submission to the will of Steinbrenner.”
“Choose your next words carefully,” the messenger warned, “they may be your last as king.”
Littlidas’ eyes twinkled and he drew his sword to the messenger’s neck.
“You bring your crowns and heads of conquered teams to my city steps. You insult my queen. You threaten my people with free agency and death. Oh, I’ve chosen my words carefully, Persian. Perhaps you should have done the same.”
“This is blasphemy,” the messenger cried, “this is madness!”
“Madness,” Littlidas repeated, “This is Sparta!”