It was a real boar. A wild one. Lark got him in the throat with his teeth, I brained him with a stone and then finished the job with a knife to the heart.
Look, clearly you've never been on a New Year's boar hunt. It was a family tradition. Next year, if you're still around, I'll show you how to do it without getting your muzzle gored.
I'm sure the French look at Wallachia with far more derision. Actually, you'd fit right into a French court. We'd have to get you a cape and some puffed sleeves.
I'd ask you to imagine me at any sort of court but it's just finding the highest available point and hoping nobody looks up. Wouldn't mind the cape, though.
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[Teasing. But a little not.]
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Look, clearly you've never been on a New Year's boar hunt. It was a family tradition. Next year, if you're still around, I'll show you how to do it without getting your muzzle gored.
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Capes are fun. Don't know why you don't wear one more often.
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I have an extra one if you want it. The cuffs and sleeves are bigger, you might have to take it in if you wanted your usual skin-tight bullshit.
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Yes, far better to enter a fight where you use a fucking whip and have your cuffs get caught in the thing.
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The answer is no. Also, I don't fight in capes, as you may have noticed.
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