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[DarthBindo]

Ian raced down the hallway, the appearance of his leathery face matched only by his tunic, making loud "whomp" noises as he went past.
It is a well-known fact that the only way for a ninety-year old man to make a satisfactory "whomp" is by smacking orderlys upside the head with an old broom.
He shouted and laughed with manaical glee, his words slightly slurred, accent changing with each new sentence.
"Die Hessians! Die Hessians! Ze are comink!"
He turned the corner and bowled into a nurse, tangling himself in a pile.
The nurse was experience at this sort of thing and quickly caught up Ian's arms.
"Hello Mr. Holmes, who are we fighting today?"
"Ze Hessians! Ze are going to invade Crete and STEAL ALL ZE TEQUILA AND RUM!"
"Mr. Holmes, were'nt you just fighting the Corsairs yesterday, and now your helping them?"
"What? Pish, miss, me help a Corsair! Inconcievable!"
The nurse let up just as two orderlys arrived, out of breath.
"Please escort Mr. Holmes to the cafeteria. I hear there's soup today."
"Oh soup. Always did love me a good bowl of soup, just loike me mam made on Trafalg'r. Lead on, gents!"
He stood and struck a pose before marching off, harranguing the two with well-meant advice the whole way.
"Chin up laddie! Back straight! March with prescion! Left, right, left not right ye twit! Forward fer teh Crown!"

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gone four years, first day back: Zoners still getting shot in Theta :|