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So, let me get
this straight. |
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We're galloping around like
a bunch of morons. Once we
find Lloyd and his men, we
can't even really hurt them. |
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Aye! |
So why the crap
are we bothering? |
Principle,
methinks. |
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He doth
made me soil
mine armor! |
He used a lot of bullshit
afternoon-at-the-movies lines. That's all. |
Bruised ego. |
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I can take care of this with
a gun and an insanity plea. |
Good Rupert, that is
a most excellent idea. |
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Hail!
That be the spirit! |
I didn't say
it was for Lloyd. |
Ssh! Rupert!
Do not ruin the element of surprise! |
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