Noggin: So, you little Industrial Craps want war do you? You want war! Well, first of all soldiers don't hold up picket signs!
*Everyone drops them*
Noggin: And they certainly don't look ugle, so you, you and you can all bugger off!
*Three poor helples Paramites walk off crying*
Noggin: You (Qued) What's your name?
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