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What n' tarnation is this? We have t' fit the hull damned rebel army? Damn, look at that thar army. Looks lik a buncha grey fittin' wombats from hell made o' steel! By ginger, them grey's is a chargin' fast! An' ar lieutenant wants us tuh fight them? We ju ....

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.... thinkin' it's gonna be a low hour if I don't get a runnin' soon here. It's uh time t' drop meh rifle and m'hat... Sweet Jesus I'm a commin' to Isreeil'! Heh heh... And look it deh lieutenant now. He's a runnin' like the sky's a fallin'. Damn neer busted his shoulduhr tryin' to run. Them grey wombats are gonna womp on all dem soldr's behint me so I'ze a better get a move on. Lucky I ain't back wit dem. Thar's shells all 'round me, whistling lik' a dixy, each a wontin' tuh chew me up. Whoa! That missile just exploded rit five feet in front o' me. Packs quite a kick dar. Better dust off meh breeches and keep on a runnin'. Whew... All the ....