Patroclus: You always make me laugh. I like you.

Odysseus: A pleasing remark, although self-mockery was not my intent.

Patroclus: We're a fine group! I suppose we were all Agamemnon could scrounge up.

Odysseus: At the risk of stoopin to colloquialisms, speak for yourself. I happen to be king of my own little city-state; small though it may be, I dare say Ithaca contributes significantly to this war! Need I point out that even Nestor has royal blood?

Patroclus: Is the Trojan camp the same, do you think? Tiny kings of their own tiny nations, ruled by an-- by an Agamemnon look-alike?

Odysseus: 'Spect so.

Patroclus: What? Aren't you curious? I'd like to go see.

Odysseus: Surely you jest! Patroclus, I realise that the Myrmidons are hardly active in service, but you must at least know that the Trojans are the enemy! We're not permitted within their walls, and of course they wouldn't let us!

Patroclus: Well, we wouldn't wear our uniforms.

Odysseus: You suggest more... casual garb, perhaps the vestments of the farmers hereabouts?

Patroclus: If we can find a willing farmer, why not? Come on, think of it. You could observe them. Isn't that the scientific method?

Odysseus: I can't think what Agamemnon would say.

Patroclus: Come on. I'm sure they can't be too different.

Exeunt.