[To the last Challenge I grapple with thee. From Peng's Heart I stab at thee. Twice.]

(knock, knock)

Oh, yeah, get yer Gerbiiiils 'ere.... 'amsters voles and mice.... lots of luuurrrvly rodents.... (come on me nice and kindly Knights of Wafflelot?) ...got yer hamsters, got yer gerbils.... get 'em on the stick... oh, yeah, tasty snack in court.... 'amsters on a stick

.... Special offer... keyboard keys... got yer keyboard keys? Got yer , and yer :, lots of lurvly bbbbbbbs, and yer CAPS LOCK.... and yer SHIFT

... brain... need a brain?.... got a load of brains.... got yer mystic brain, got yer jester brain, got yer monkish brain.... er, er, got yer (giggle)... Knight's brain.... er.... (BWHHHHWABWABWABWAHBWABWABWABWA).... (dropped)

(aside: bloody useless 'ere in Wafflelot with their "oh so kindly courtly , luvvy-duvvy-oooh-I-smite-thee-in-the-face-with-me-ladies-hankey. Fops! By the relics of St Yeknod, bleedin customers.... ain't a clue, lot of 'em, mincing around with their "Sirs" and "Olde Ones"... bleedin' drain on yer artisan and peasants... couldn't smack a comatosed dragon)

..... 'amsters, lots of lurrrvly 'amsters on a stick

Yeknod

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[To the last Challenge I grapple with thee. From Peng's Heart I stab at thee. Twice.]

(strum, strum)

O yeh, the Knights of legend old

In Wafflelot did liiiiive

(strum)

O yeh, the Knights so very bold

Their minds a holey siiiiieve

(strum, strum, twang)

O yeh, the Knights did maidens meet

A mighty shaken theeeeeey

(strum)

O yeh, they sweated smelly feet

And no one more would plaaaaaay

(twang, twiddle-tinkle, strum, strum)

O yeh, the Knights do shiver now

In hovels lowly laaaaaaid

(twang)

No more the Knights so gallant now

PBEMs delaaaaayed

(twang)

Yeknod

[A Bone Is Thrown!]

doodads and cemetaries? ... doodads in cemetaries?....hhmmmm I WANT ZOMBIES lots and lots of zombies popping up from the graves as the Stugs smash the cravestones .... clawing at the Nazis as they trample over sacred ground.... give us zombies

er, er, uh, oh the excitement.... sorry

Yeknod

[To the last Challenge I grapple with thee. From Peng's Heart I stab at thee. Twice.]

(cackle, cackle) "we, three maidens (cough, cackle)"

"Greet thee (shuffle, scratch) brave, brave knights"

"Upon this road (slurp), we greet thee thrice (cackle)"

"And tell thee news from the brew"

"couldron boil and couldron bubbble"

"EYE OF NEWT AND TOE OF FROG, ahhhhiieeeee (HA, HEE CACKLE)

"in the blood"

"among the dumplings"

"Your fate brave, knights, your (scratch)... futile ending"

"their fate is known (cackle, scratch)... their prowess (giggle)... slight (cackle)"

"their fame receeding......

"never bright" (scratch, dribble)

(cackle, gulp, scrath)....

"your doom (gulp, slurp).... till the woods doth move to....

"fortress puny (wheeze)"

".... till the woods do move to WAFFLELOT"

"DOOMED, DOOMED, YER ALL DOOMED (cackle, wheeze, slurp)

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[To the last Challenge I grapple with thee. From Peng's Heart I stab at thee. Twice.]

.....duunnnnng, oh, yeah get yer duunnnng, got yer crusty, got yer soft, got yer fresh n' fruity dunnnnng

oh, the omens are dire, the prophecies pregnant... while the "oh so, knightly companions" are feasting and growing fat n' torpid, their surfs are clamouring, the peasants rising from their hovels... watch the battlements, ready the girdle.... fear the peasants

... to the gates me fellows, to the gates.. turf the bumpkin masters out.... grasp the the keys to the manor....

.... get yer rodents... special offer, lots of looooovely rodents and a bag of duuunung, lots of lovely dung

[To the last Challenge I grapple with thee. From Peng's Heart I stab at thee. Twice.]

...yer hamsters, get yer hamsters 'ere, gerbils, fine young gerbils, get yer gerbiiiiils, ere... comon yer aristo hard knights, cough up and buy some rodents.... these fine rats n' mice n' voles..

down with the kingdom, comon yer peasants, down with the feudal fopish, dilitante, fattened aristos....

Yeknod

[Yellow Lines?]

You mean to say they don't indicate wey lines of psyonic mind control? Oh, dear, this might explain a lot...

Yeknod

[Log Weilding]

Me gods, belting!

Perhaps this is how the notion of trolls developed, no? With Finns marching on their foes not only wielding logs but whole trees?

Now, I can't wait to get a copy of CMBB because not only can we burn woods with flamethrowers but hey... get those Finn log-wielding lumberjacks to clear 'em.... a sort of deforestation effect.

That is IF they wielded trees and not chocolate Christmas logs. I mean I'm open to all possibilities from the frozen dessert cabinet... lobbing raspberry pavlovas, massive hunks of Black Forrest Gateaux... boy, these are MEN

Any data on armour penetration? Rexford, help!

Yeknod

[remanning field guns]

Just I thought....

When guns come under fire, the little blighters duck and lay prone.. does this means they're taking cover? Abandoning a gun seems something more catastrophic has happened.

Yeknod