All the fanfic writers in the audience: *slash sense tingling*
Captain Artemis: …all alone, with no women, to fight an army against overwhelming odds…
All the fanfic writers in the audience: Ok, we can definitely work with this…
Captain Artemis: …and by the way, this is my youngest son, who is very favoured with me.
All the fanfic writers in the audience: Incest possibilities too?! It’s like birthday, Christmas and Easter rolled into one!
The rest of the audience: You SICK FREAKS.
Resultantly, an army of persians is sent against the Spartans.
Emma’s dirty mind: What did-
The Rest of Emma: No. NO. He said ‘phalanx’ not ‘phallic’! What’s with you today woman?!
Emma’s dirty mind: I think it’s the underpants…they make my head fuzzy.
Context is fascinated by giant underpants.