They protest and rampage. They tear down trees and shear off the branches, and ram shaven logs into the walls. Claws, sharp as glass, scratch and rip their way through ivory and ebony keratin. Or, at least, they try. When one attempt fails, they find another. When that attempt fails, the increase the explosives and double the gun powder.
Please, quiet down. Have a rest, won't you? Perhaps you'd care for a tall glass of water.
You'll soon be spilled onto this screen through the not-so-clever workings of ten of my best men. They will work tirelessly to release you from this prison.
Don't worry.
You will have your freedom.
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