We open in Sparta, a place which apparently exists only to breed dick-dancers/warrior-boys. An ironically peaceful place, all things considered. They don’t explain where their women come from, but they do explain that if you’re a retarded, tanned, or six-fingered baby, you get thrown down into a big pit by some old guy, right in front of your mom. She won’t want you either, because you’re a goddamned mutant. Like Hawking or FDR.
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