Did someone call my name?

(The boar runs straight into Addy, knocking the poor Roman cold. However, the Roman falls over the pig, getting caught up momentarily in his toga. He then runs wildly, still in Addisonius's toga, across the grass. The unfortunate Roman, dragged along by the charging boar, soon recovers.)

Ummm...ohh... For heaven's sake!

(Addisonius struggles with the angry, charging pig in his toga folds, and suddenly yanks the wildly grunting beast out by the trotter. It then nips him on the foot, and neatly trips him, running off again. However, filled with a bit of rage - or at least a desire for some fair play - the Roman follows, determined to catch the beast who had given him such a nasty headache.)

Here! Stop! You disgusting little rotter! You've got my clasp! That's it... When I catch you...it's the frying pan! Yes, you little rat, I shall make you into bacon... BACON!! Yes...ahahahaha...mahahahah...hahhaha...ha!

(The knock on the head has evidently driven Addisonius into temporary madness.)