"With whom do you think you are speaking to"

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...he asked, this master so grandulous
then rattled his titles and held out his hand to us
For a fee this paragon of pride would escort me:
fifty stags would hire him, ensuring my safety!
But I would not spare even THAT paltry hoard,
For fear that ere we arrived, I'd be fatally bored.


To the famous Blackwood Brigadier.
I told you I'd make you immortal!

Gloriousious Telword