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| yall gonna march onward boys. Down towards the valley. Gun's in hand. I recon we's sneak up on em, like a coon in a tree. | |
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| Great plan Major General. I sighted my gun in shootin cans this mornin. Them yanks dont stand a chance. | |
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| ha ha them yanks are so silly. They is dancin, and jumpin and eating grass. | |
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| Yea man, they aint even gonna see us coming | |
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| General, those hillbilly southerners are going hunting for deer! | |
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| HAHA! No son! They are just drunk again. They are in that defensive stage of drunkeness, and those deer are suddenly the enemy. Looks like this war is gonna be easier than we thought. | |
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