First it's ANTS! Then it's Martians! Now it's got down to ant-sized Roman Swine!

Missus-High-n-Mighty-Boss-Lady-Barkeep, THAT is an insult and an affront to the entire race of Roma! When Jewel-less Sleazer find out you been talkin' 'bout us in dee-rog-a-tory terms, he's gonna come marchin' in here an' buy up this place. Probly change the name to Sleazer's Palace. Then he's gonna put you to work, washin' towels an' togas and stuff like that there. When you're out back in the wash room, you ain't gonna be insultin' the customers, no matter how small an' dark an' primitive we is... I mean "are".

Jus' t' show ya that we be serius about this, we ain't gonna drink your free beer! I'll pay for it, m'self! *Marvin opens his little coin purse and counts out a stack of gold coins.* There! That should cover our tab for the rest of our stay. We ain't gonna drink NO free beer, are we, men?

The entire I/X Legion responds in unison... "NO! WE AIN'T GONNA DRINK NO FREE BEER! WE'RE MAD AS HELL AN' WE AIN'T GONNA TAKE NO MORE ABUSE! SIR!"

That's right! An if ya keep on a-pickin' at us, I'm gonna invoke Rule #2! Yep! I'm gonna throw down the gauntlet! An then we gonna go outside!

*Turns to Germaniae and whispers, "What's a gauntlet?" She explains, also in a whisper, that it's a glove of sorts. "Ohhh!" he nods in understanding and digs a pair of 'Everlast' boxing gloves out of his kit.*

Yeah! See! I got my gauntlets right here, all ready to throw down if'n ya don' be nice t' us!