No man abandon his post. A gatecrasher has called us to arms. Take up your torch. I want this ship cleaner than a hospital ward. A radical has polluted our ranks. Slouch into position men, this is a war. Set the traps. We'll have that criminals head marched through the streets on a stick. Someone will pay for this. We'll squeeze his goddamn brains
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