Don't ruin my Circles!

Sicily. The end of the second Punic war. Carthage is salt and earth and Hannibal has fled like a ghost in the night.

The Romans need to ensure superiority. Kill the enemy but defeat his allies and if they do not submit sprinkle the ground with their blood and guts so they must know not to mess with Marius and his new legionaries. BUT capture or lure their scientists to your side of the fence.

Archimedes was a Sicilian, a man born in one of the last Greek colonies of the Mediterranean. Arhcimedes was a genius born at a time of war.

Archimedes was cool. Everybody likes the Eureka line or the I made a mirror so big once the sun reflects on it it will destroy you like a beam of the sun a particle of ice in the laser sort of thing by splicing the spectrum, but then again, fuck that! Modernity invented that, who gives a fuck about some Greek guy who died in the Punic wars... Hm? It is like the Pubic Wars but it happened before Playboy and Penthouse for all you wannabe SMART HUMAN BEINGS OUT THERE...

So as I was saying. I like another of this particular genius' one liners- DON'T RUIN MY FUCKING CIRCLES MUTHERFUCKER!!!

So the Romans did what they had to. THEY TOOK HIM FOR A RIDE... TO THE SEASIDE...

CAPISICI?