*Just Asking, this post is dedicated to you. (Please, your profuse praise is embarrassing me, thank me later.)
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Dust off your helmet and flak jacket, pal; this means WAR!
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Yes, HoneyDew, I’m afraid so. You’ve hidden from me that you’re a stem-peeler. You knew from the beginning that I’m a staunch bottom-peeler. I can’t consort with the enemy. Don’t look back as you go, it’s much easier that way on both of us . . . . (sniff, sniff).
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You’ve just been promoted to commanding officer of the First Provisional Defense Detachment.
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(Folks, now you know why I can never take her anywhere.)
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I see what you did there, fence-sitter. Grrrrrrrr.
(Minister of Consequences, turn this British woman over to The Tribunal. She’s the exact kind of troublemaker we were warned to look out for.)
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This calls for a strip search. Drop ’em!
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