Question: How did Rocky Horror know about the Sword of Damocles ten seconds after being born? That's so stupid

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Later he sings "I'm just seven hours old" so I guess that brings another question, how can he even speak English? Let alone sing about apocryphal old myths? I mean this is where the movie falls apart for me.
 
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Someone needs more time in the lab
 
Right before Halloween I had a Rocky Horror, pizza, and weed date with this stoner chick. To her cats, it probably went like the end of this clip:

 
The Sword of Damocles is such a bullshit story anyway.

"Hey Damocles, wanna know what it's like to be king? Well, just sit here on my throne, and I'll hang this 10 pound, razor-sharp sword over your head with a flimsy thread! See? Really scary, isn't it! That's what I have to live with all the time because I'm so awesomely rich and powerful. A fucking scimitar that'll literally split my skull at any moment. Boom, dead! Just like that. I have tons of gold, a huge palace, a harem overflowing with gorgeous women, legions of highly-trained soldiers at my command, but it could all end suddenly because of this stupid sword hanging up here by a thread thinner than my old Nan's hair! What? Well, no, I don't actually keep this sword over my throne all the time. Okay, okay, it's never up there, but the idea's the same. More of a metaphor kind of thing. Y'know, me not knowing when something bad's gonna happen to me. What do you mean, 'That's true for everybody'? GUARDS, ESCORT THIS PEASANT TO THE DUNGEON!"
 
The Sword of Damocles is such a bullshit story anyway.

"Hey Damocles, wanna know what it's like to be king? Well, just sit here on my throne, and I'll hang this 10 pound, razor-sharp sword over your head with a flimsy thread! See? Really scary, isn't it! That's what I have to live with all the time because I'm so awesomely rich and powerful. A fucking scimitar that'll literally split my skull at any moment. Boom, dead! Just like that. I have tons of gold, a huge palace, a harem overflowing with gorgeous women, legions of highly-trained soldiers at my command, but it could all end suddenly because of this stupid sword hanging up here by a thread thinner than my old Nan's hair! What? Well, no, I don't actually keep this sword over my throne all the time. Okay, okay, it's never up there, but the idea's the same. More of a metaphor kind of thing. Y'know, me not knowing when something bad's gonna happen to me. What do you mean, 'That's true for everybody'? GUARDS, ESCORT THIS PEASANT TO THE DUNGEON!"

Sounds like somebody's at the start of a pretty big downer.
 
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