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| I'm your General, you fool! | |
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| Halt - who goes there? Do not advance or I will blast you to smithereens right where you stand... you have been warned! | |
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| A-HA! We finally meet on the battlefield! It is about time! Damn Yankee - cowardly hiding got boring, eh? You had to come out and play - at last! | |
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| Yeah... meeting an enemy face-to-face does drive home the fact that this war is for real and not just a rumor! Uh... what do we do now? | |
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Talk about your Field of Nightmares...
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| Don't make another move - you have no access to the little master's messy bedroom anymore - it's our headquarters now! | |
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| Ah - ok... no problem. Besides - didn't we do this like... 100 years ago? | |
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