Always blame the Russians.
Pre-heat Vicky's brain with all sorts of lace wars history, mix inside it the battle of Zorndorf, revenants, several depressing war songs and an undying fascination for dead creatures (ha-ha, got the pun? Yes? Great; now excuse me as I proceed to shoot myself), let it simmer - et voilà, you get more stupid prose from the likes of me.
Big round of applause to =doughboycafe
for helping my English to stand firmer on its feet.
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