The Outcome Of The War Is In

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.

For When Two Join In The Same Adventure, One Perceives Before The Other How They Ought To Act; While One Alone, However Prompt, Resolves More Tardily And With A Weaker Will.

Pffft, English. Who Needs That? I'm Never Going To England.

Take Thou Thy Arms And Come With Me, For We Must Quit Ourselves Like Men, And Strive To Air Our Cause, Although We Be But Two. Great Is The Strength Of Feeble Arms Combined, And We Can Combat Even With The Brave.

The Persuasion Of A Friend Is A Strong Thing.