"O' great Caesar,
do you feel the knife
in your back?"
Brutus asked as
he plunged the knife
in deeper still.
Ever that sudden
realization: frienemy's
sneak attack?
Some just don't
back, quite like they
should - eh, Brute?
"Eheu, is that you
my dear frienemy,
my dear Brutus?"
Caesar asked as
he lay impaled, blood
pooling 'neath him.
