The sounds of bottle and chair against head subsides significantly, save for an odd smack from fist on face here and there, almost as if two great lines of battle have finished weakening each other to exhaustion with fire, amid a now occasional crack of sniper and skirmisher fire. Bodies in blue and red litter the beer and wine soaked wooden floor, <img src=icon_smile_sleepy.gif border=0 align=middle> the barkeep and his maids slowly peek up from behind the rail. <img src=icon_smile_shock.gif border=0 align=middle> A few stalwart souls remain standing but wobbling or leaning on overturned tables, clutching various bloodied or bruised body parts. <img src=icon_smile_blackeye.gif border=0 align=middle> But, all who are conscious, are smiling widely. <img src=icon_smile_big.gif border=0 align=middle> It has been an affair, on a small scale, to rival the greatest of battles to date! <img src=icon_smile_evil.gif border=0 align=middle>
I myself turn to face a wall and lean over as if to pick up some dropped object. But in secret, I slyly adjust my wig and false mole, button my torn shirt, and try to offer a proper appearance. <img src=icon_smile_clown.gif border=0 align=middle> The young fellow what started this donnybrook stands on a table to speak....something about an apology to General Natta. <img src=icon_smile_shy.gif border=0 align=middle>
WELLLLL! An apology issued by Ensign Hopper we have! (Notice I now address you with proper rank instead of the previous "Master Hopper", a courtesy due a fellow gentleman officer, no matter his heritage). It nearly brings a tear to my eye it does, seeing this fine young lad in the midst of such slovenly company. <img src=icon_smile_sad.gif border=0 align=middle> Tis a bloody pity though you choose to remain deluded by your Congress young Ensign, and so there may be a day when we must cross more than paths. <img src=icon_smile_8ball.gif border=0 align=middle>
<u>Mr.</u> Amos, (I'm still not quite convinced you are a proper gentleman through and through mind you!) we've agreed to mass our armies for battle. <img src=icon_smile_angry.gif border=0 align=middle> Let us sit and share a bottle of port over the maps prior to engaging. And for the last time sir....NO you may <u>NOT</u> touch my wig! <img src=icon_smile_tongue.gif border=0 align=middle>
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