A King's Dragoon Guardsmen rises from his accustomed seat, and raises his fine, crystal shot glass high into the air.
"Never let it be said that a toast was denied to my fine, Hanoverian brothers! To your good health and continued prosperity, Lieutenant Whitehead, and to all the Golden Eagles of France", he said as he tipped the glass and downed its infernal contents in one smoothly practiced gulp. The French officers in the tavern sat silently in shock at their implacable adversary's words, never expecting such praise from the Commanding Officer of the Hanoverian Brigade.
The Hanoverian officers began to grin, well knowing that the Jagermeister their Commander had imbibed only inflicted a very temporary paralysis on one's vocal chords.
"May they ever adorn the trophy rooms of the mighty and irrepressible Anglo-Allied Army", said the King's Dragoon Guardsman as the tavern broke out in cheers from its Coalition occupants.
