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| "We may number but 1698, and most of those may be Knodge alterna-suits, and they may be millions, but we shall never surrender!" < slaps on woad > "Aye, fight and you may die, run, and you'll live...at least a while. And dying in your deathbeds, many years from now, wouldn't you be willing to trade all of that from this day to that, for one chance, just one chance, to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take away our lives, but they'll never take away our freeeedoooomm!" < gallops off > |
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