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Leader: “Ah! But my name is not Victor!”
Advisor: “He’s over there.”
Cut to: Victor, in a corner, rocking. A drooling imbecile. (We do not explain where such a corner might exist on a battlefield, or how he got there.)
Cut back.
Leader: “Give me the damn quill.”
Got to make those TPS reports
