The Black Seal Friar Bellows: Perhaps a motto for our enterprise? "Blessed are the meek..."
[The rest grumble in disagreement.]
Friar Bellows: "... for they shall be slaughtered!"
[The rest cheer and rush for the door.]
Edmund: Wait! Wait! The plan! You've forgotten the plan!
Three-Fingered Pete: I thought that was the plan!
Sean, the Irish Bastard: Let's get those meek bastards now!
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