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I am trained in religious warfare, and I'm the top knight in the Pope's army. You are nothing to me but just another heathen. I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with religious fury the likes of which has never been seen before in this Holy Land, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ deus vult.
You think you can get away with saying that ♥♥♥♥ to me over carrier pigeons? Think again, infidel. As we speak I am contacting my secret Order of crusaders across the Holy Land and Jerusalem is being conquered right now so you better prepare for the saving of Jerusalem, heretic. The saving that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your faith. You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, squire. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over DCC ways, and that's just with my sword sheathed.