Tired of his image as a heartless brute, his bleak surroundings and the monotonous diet of Athenian youths -scrumptious though they were-, Asterius decides to leave his labyrinth and make a new life for himself.
Come down now! Or I'm gonna tell my dad! And then, OOOh
Hey, someone stop that Jawa. He stole my power converters!
There we go! Now we are the tallest building in town. Good job, Earl...ok then, we'll see ya later...
IN GRAMMA'S HOUSE IT WAS POLKA WAY OR THE HIGHWAY.
Whoa! Nice Tuffet!
Recycling pile for all those allegorical odds and ends not used in a classical painting.