With tongue firmly in cheek, I point my Italian colleagues at this: It’s payback time, Rome. Yes, Gab, Mau, Gianugo, Simone et al – I’m looking at you:
The invaders introduced nude bathing, gladiatorial combat, wild orgies (and we wonder how our youth became so depraved!)
Have they no mercy? Since I am indeed sustained by pizza, I think reparations should begin immediately, in the form of bottles of wine, if you don’t mind. Actually, sounds like it would be a good idea for them to invade again 
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Hey, sure thing, no problem. I’ll call UPS tonight and send a barrel or two to start with. Would you mind arranging aqueducts and roads return, meanwhile?