Achilles walks into the street and does something a little different than usual. He clicks his fingers and 2 guys pull up a very worn soapbox. One that his ancestors had passed down through the ages.

Achilles looks as if there is a mental struggle going on from within his mind and a furrowed brow eventually relaxes and it is clear his mind is made up.

For dear Achilles, many new, he often spoke his mind. 

This once however, it would seem, that it could be his last time.

Achilles smiles, Achilles laughs, he bids the crowd come close.

For he's about to tell you, about some guys, and their jokes.

A guy came to me one day,

he said you're rather greedy,

I said "That I am good sir, 

and I'm also rather sleezy"

He called me names,

He mocked my ways,

He clearly wasn't happy,

What on earth am I to do,

About this little chappy?

He came to me he said "apologise!

To all those you've insulted,

Or I'll hire a hit on your head,

so big that you'll be halted."

I agreed that I'll apologise,

For things got out of hand,

For all I wanted was,

A couple extra grand.

"If you don't pay up,

I'll do your dance,

I'll shoot you where you stand,

You best pay up you cretins,

and absolute pissants".

That my friends was all I said,

But clearly was unkind,

and so I've been here struggling,

within my own dear mind.

So here I am telling you,

That I am very sorry,

For being so fucking awesome,

and oh so fucking Jolly.

Sincerely,

Achilles.