Caligula re-entered the chamber holding his nephew in his arms flanked by the smiling Bladder and the grim bitchy looking Agrippina.

Before climbing the few steps to the podium in the far end of the Curia Iulia he dropped the child on to the lap of some very venerable -and very suprised- old fart in the first row.


Looking -at least he thought so- very majestic and brilliant he started speaking; "I have had enough of these boring sessions! There will be no more of them! From this day forwards the Senate will meet in the Theatre of Marcellus!"

The whole chamber was silent, as the senators just stared their Princeps incredulously -some of the older ones couldn´t manage the strain and collapsed or farted.

until...

Bladder´s applaud for his new friend filled the chamber; "Bravo! Your Majesty! How brilliant, sire!"

Before long most of the senators joined the choir -strong self-preservation instinct- and the noice became so loud that little Domitius started crying.

"Oh, my baby!" Agrippina snatched her son from the old geezer and stared Caligula in a angry way.