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Dave failed to answer the question posed. Therefore, I can only assume that he chooses not to look at the big picture. A shame, really...though sadly, I am not surprised by his despicable utterance.
Griff, I know, I know...you're just lashing out because you're angry. I don't blame you.
You see, what Griff has failed to mention is that we stormed Griffington yesterday. We began by setting his land on fire. His folks put up one hell of a fight, but then we stormed the estate and began to drink up all the liquor and Yerba Mate.
At this moment, Griff fell prostrate and cried, "Kind, noble, and generous Sycamore! Please spare my liquor cabinet and Yerba Mate!"
I felt sorry for him, to be honest. So I said, "Griff, you're a good guy. All I really want is to kill a couple of chickens so we can fry 'em up. Oh, and sign this non-aggression treaty."
He complied, though I could see the bitterness in his eyes.
We're still gonna take all those strip clubs on the road. That, or we'll make Fayetteville a "resort" town.
(On a serious note, Whit, I'm very familiar with those types. All those wackos start appearing just south of St. Louis...and it all goes downhill from there.)
Nevertheless, our forces will make the rednecks cry for their sister-wives.
MOAB...whatever. I know the brown noise.
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