Στρατηγός που έχει δεχτεί κατάρα. Σε παιχνίδι που έπαιζα με γνωστούς μου άγγλους σε διακοπές.
"Oh, what are these fellows then?"
"They're the enemy m'lord"
"The enemy eh? Jolly good, jolly good lads, I say! Look at them, flailing their arms around, shouting at us!"
"They're...attacking, m'lord"
"Yes! They attack hard and they play hard. Pray tell squire..."
"Aye, m'lord?"
"What are those devices they have in the back row, with all the cogs and the rocks?"
"These are catapults, m'lord"
"Catapults! Oh, jolly good, lad, jolly good. What are these for, again?"
"They're for teraing down walls, m'lord"
"Walls you say, mmm? Marvellous! Too bad we got no walls here then, eh?"
"We have our own, sir"
"Oh? excellent then!"