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The rest of this board may be dead ... the comfy sofas and silverware may have been slipped out the back door and down the fire escape, but rumour has it that the Armoury is seceding and occupied by a strongly-beweaponned militia which will hold off all attempts to walk off with its collection of spork-swords, shit-flingers, flame-proof suits, ban-cannons and assault trifles.
Look! Up there on the battlements!
IS IT NOT THE WAY OF THE WORLD THAT WHEN THE BARBARIANS ARE AT THE CITY GATES, TEARING AT THE VERY STONES AND MORTAR OF THE WALLS, A MAN MIGHT SHOUT "HUZZAH! LET SLIP THE REAL LIVE TIGERS UPON THEM!"? |
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