Clausewitz von Gerbil's page

I'm not.

"Balsamic vinegar, olive oil, lettuce, artistically sliced radishes and entropy"

Then go hide your nuts.

Ohhh, I'll hide my nuts alright.

GO FOR THE EYES, CLAUSEWITZ! GO FOR THE EYES, RAAAA-

Hold, on - those aren't eyes...

AI! AI! PANICKED RETREAT! PANICKED RETREAT! SAUVE QUI PEUT!

{Scuttles off, looking forward to breeding hordes of mutated offspring}

Thanks for the teriyaki sauce.

It should also be noted that the Brunswickers were a cavalry unit that had heavy leather boots and other gear so specialized for horse riding they had difficulty walking. Not the sort of troops that would normally be assigned sapper duties.

Point the first: I am a gerbil.

Point the second: It isn't my lunette that's being counter-mined, it's Rysky's, and obviously - obviously! - OBVIOUSLY!!!! - it was originally captured by mining, which is why the Brunswickers are counter-mining it (when I mine something, it damn well stays mined) Please try to pay attention.

Point the third: My first-class military intelligence service informs me that the Brunswickers were a mixed corps, mostly infantry, depending on the exact period we're talking about.

Point the fourth: You are a salad. Neither of us can talk, or type, which makes me wonder what's going on here.

Eep!

Rysky, how do you prefer to deal with Brunswickers counter-mining your lunette?

Squeak squeak, enfilade their flanks, men.

<Looks up>

AI! LION! ORDERLY WITHDRAWL! ORDERLY WITHDRAWLLLL!!!!!

<runs away, gnawing on the inside of a toilet roll as he does so>