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*Charges, full pelt, at Comte de Malodor. Successfully impales him on the horns.*

*Keeps on charging, while Comte de Malodor is stuck going along for the ride.*

BLEET, BAA, BAA!

*Translation: Truly Bearded Dragon!*

BLEET!

*Translation: we'll keep going, no matter what. So accept that there'll be posts after your undisputed victory!*

*Bleets.*

*Makes more photocopies of the horse.*

*Finishes eating GT's Abominable Sousaphone Band.*

*Oddly, GT's Abominable Sousaphone Band appears more healthier and dangerous.*

*Goes over to GT's Abominable Sousaphone Band and starts eating it.*

*Bleets!*

:sighs wistfully:

:gestures behind and above his desk at a picture of a majestic black goat with shining horns of carved obsidian:

:below, a small placard reads "Lord Ridgeway":

:GT takes out a small satin handkerchief and wipes away a tear:

Never Forget.

Uncle GoatToucher

*Proudly bleets, being very much alive.*

*Stands proudly on a nearby rocky outcrop.*

*BLEETS!*