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The Unaroyal Warlord sits at the foot of Ansom's table, gesturing with half a loaf of bread. To her left, Duke Nozzle gestures with a hand, his elbow on the table. Both are irate. The table is laid out with a banquet, and scores of silhouetted troops ring the table, mountains creating the horizon beyond.|||
Ansom, looking determined, sitting at the head of the table. Amongst the troops silhouetted in the background, there appears to be a stuffed elephant.|||
From a viewpoint over Ansom's shoulder, we see the Unaroyal Warlord, Duke Nozzle, and the Hobbittm Warlord at the table staring at him. The Unaroyal warlord is enraged, the Hobbittm Warlord is cold, and Nozzle bears a blank look. Behind them is one of the tents of the encampment.|||
A closeup view of Ansom, looking stern.|||
Prince Ansom: We may have lost only forty percent of our siege, but those were mainly the units closest to the city.
Only a scant few arrived this turn.
We'll have six times as many at our disposal on the next turn.
A hypothetical scene showing a view from below of Parson looking down over his garrison walls. He is clearly displeased with what he's seeing.|||
Prince Ansom: "At that point, Hamster will have only losing options. Leave the garrison undefended and our tunnel forces will take it with ease.
Withdraw from the walls, and we knock them down, and take the garrison from without."
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Oh the mighty men of Jetstone
Their testes have not yet grown!
Their king stays home and gets stoned,
While the prince goes out and gets pwned!
And the men from Transylvito
Are hung just like mosquitos!
To protect their little egos
They put burritos in their Speedos!
Bathed in the glow of a campfire, Bogroll cheerily hoists a large leg of some animal in his hand, offering it to Parson, whose shoulder is just visible.|||