~Circe & Odysseus~

You and Odysseus were talking (arguing) when you speak up. You: See, I am a legend and I always win. The stars and the cosmos, they bow to my whim. C'mon Odysseus, you're running out of time. I'll keep you here forever 'till you give me what is mine. Your Nyphms: Hey, boy! Don't you hold back. If you do you betcha, Queenie's gonna getcha. Hey, boy! Better talk soon. You: Or never leave the dark side of the moon.