Oooh … you know how to make a man moist, don’t you?

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I’m British/Irish …

Stomping out a wardance atop the hill, out of my skull, covered in woad, swinging my axes, screaming defiance in a last stand against overwhelming odds and an inescapable fate …

“Come and get me, you fuckers!”

… before, whirling like a dervish, leaping over the edge to take the fight to the entire World …

It’s not just my birthright, it’s my moral duty!

There’ll be music, I take it — something to which we can slaughter the enemy in the medium of dance.

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Can’t be part of a revolution I can’t dance to, sorry:

“You can think and you can fight, but the world’s always movin’, and if you wanna stay ahead you gotta dance […] you gotta dance to the music, if you want to stay ahead.”
— Terry Pratchett, The Amazing Maurice And His Educated Rodents

Give me a second, I’ll be right with you.

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The unrestrained use of excessive force

Scorched earth

NO PRISONERS!!!

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