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| Findest me Sir Galahad! He doth be late with his weekly status report. | |
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| Your Highness! Thy scouts report that Sir Galahad is in batttle with a strange Red Knight on the edge of the eastern wood. | |
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| Ah! Is Sir Galahad besting his foe? | |
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| Nay, my King. He is being stabbed repeatedly with an enormous red jousting lance! | |
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