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When Paul Revere spent that fateful night holed up in a bar while the other runners announced the arrival of the British, he was thinking of one thing: Cowardice. And why shouldn't he have been?! Those two fateful flashes of lantern light spelled the aquatic arrival of the maniacal mechanations that we still fight to this day!

Robbits, men. Hiding in dark corners, open highways, and brightly lit rooms: It is down to us to beat them back and finally claim our independence! So, ♥♥♥♥ Paul Revere! Strive to live up to the standards set by those brave men whose names history did not record because they were not as easy to rhyme with! We WILL fight! We WILL win! But we will ALSO drink! All without hiding!

I will see you on the front lines!