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| Your Majesty, a Viking fleet has been spotted skirting the coast off of York and bearing south! | |
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| Oh my. Yes I see. York, eh? Isn't that where those delightful little peppermint patties come from? | |
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| Er, yes my Lord. And quite tasty they are. However, I need your permission to raise the knights and thanes in your service to repel this Norsemen threat. | |
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| Norsemen you say! What kind of patties did you suppose they eat, these Norsemen you speak of? | |
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| Well. I can't really say my Lord. But i have heard that they bury a shark's liver in the sand til its good and rotten then dig it back up and eat it. Now, about our army- | |
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| Smashing! Now be a good lad and nip on down to meet them and make sure they've brought enough for everyone. There's a good chap. | |
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