Now I must hasten to my demesnes, for the agents of SMERSH mayhap be skulking about with ill-intent for all purple pachyderms.
Draw the bridge, fill the moat, man the parapets. For no one is safe from an organization that does not tolerate failure. Especially if they suspect you of engaging in peace negotiations or fraternization with that Englishman who has proven most troublesome, appears with the tedious inevitability of an unloved season, and continues to defy all efforts to plan an amusing death for him.
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