The Star seems sad and strained, so the daring and dashing don doesn't deem it smart to stay still! No; he removes his reservations, loosens his noose, and rushes to her rescue, riding Rocinante as rapidly as a rabid rabbit.
The don divines that he will dismount in but two days. Until then, thine thoughts should travel truly to the lovely lady, the damsel in distress.
Who is the Lord of the Don?
ReplyDeleteI apologize; my mind is muddled from the brave battle I bestowed upon Cheshire. By this inquiry, what do you intend to ask?
ReplyDeleteI see, judging your answer I can see you dont serve firmly my Lord.
ReplyDeleteSo then I should ask; Do you serve the Blasphemer, the Tall Monster?
Ah, I understand ahora. No, never, not! The don does despise It with all his disposition. In actuality, I enjoy pronouncing prayers to your Potentate, though I don't desperately dog Him.
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