What do you do?

Go back to bed.


He should have listened to his friends and family telling him about the danger and whispers of conspiracy against him. But he was Caeser. He thought he knew what he was doing.
And he wasn't too worried about the superstitious warning to begin with, and when the 15th came he thought that he had outlived the threat.

Same as any wealthy Roman worth his salt would do. Hold an orgy. I want wine, dancing girls, musicians, the works. And make certain the vomitarium smells of orange blossom. Go out in style.

I'd confess the sins of my frakkin tyranny, draw my gladius, charge Brutus, sayin: "Slippery as an eel, aren't you?" And then I'd go to my god like a soldier cryin': "Come, come and kill me if you can, knucklehead!" Oh what a circus, oh what a show, oh what an exit, that's how to go ha

I'd be enjoyed with shredded cheese, carrots , garlic and cheddar flavor croutons, parmesan cheese, bacon bits and Ranch Dressing .

Bring my loyal soldiers with me to have a meeting with some limp wristed politicians.

I remember watching a documenty were the people theorized that Caesar set the whole thing up himself because he had epilepsy that was getting worse and he was incontinent. So to save face he pissed people off so they would kill him. He would go down in history as the Caesar we know and not what he feared people would see him as if his secrets about his health became common knowledge.

So if that was true, then I guess I would let them kill me because I would have been the mastermind of it.