>be Quadian delegation to Rome
>Magister Militum receives us on the Emperor's behalf
>he complains about raids by related tribes on the Danube frontier
>calmly explain that as a confederation not all tribes are beholden to the will of our chief
>seem to reach an understanding
>turn around to leave
>pic related blocks our path
>"YOU FUCKING SNOWNIGGERS THINK YOU'RE PRETTY HOT SHIT, DON'T YOU?"
>starts yelling at us with increasing intensity
guys what do we do, I think he's going to have a brain aneurysm