..."if we do not shed our blood to the last drop..."
Of this you can be assured Major. [xx(]
But my my, what panics you so man? Is it indeed the leopard skin boots, the sumptuous wig, the Turkish face powder, the French faux moles, the Egyptian gold braiding and buttons, the ornate Italian rapier, the fine beaver skin haberdashery, the rare Chinese silk breeches, the row upon row of ribbons and medals, the train of personal baggage wagons, the POODLE perhaps, hmm? [:o)]
If I may suggest to you sir, sit down and mop your glistening brow, have a piping hot cup of Earl Gray tea, you know...the tea that only costs you provincials the miserly sum of 10 quid per ounce, and reflect on His Majesty's kindness and generosity toward you naughty children. [V] He only desires and envisions you coming back into the fold of your English ancestors. And he has set in motion his instrument of destruction to see that it happens....for your own good of course! [:I]
You would be wise to fear the courage and skill of my compatriots Sir, but you needen't fear me, as I now have satchel upon satchel of dispatches to process. [8] Bartholemew, fetch my quill and ink font if you will please.
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