*Jimbuna storms into the room and confronts the cosy/jolly boys congregation*
"Right!! Now I get that uncomfortable feeling....you know what it is when your pi$$ starts to boil!!
I'm up for a leadership contest if those that have any misgivings on progress so far are prepared to come up from under their blankets and suddenly find the courage of their convictions.
Never ask a boy to do a mans work....cometh the hour cometh the man, and all that.
This boat is now firmly stuck in the mud....time to get it free.
Time to vote.....no need to choose a lynching....what's the point now?
Your alternative is to maintain your pacifist type stance and be shoehorned into one camp or the other and get picked off one by one.
I WILL BE VOTING BEFORE THE 16:00GMT DEADLINE.
No prizes for guessing which way either"
*Fills his mug with bug juice, pulls a hip flask from inside his tunic, pours a sizeable measure of its contents into the mug, turns toward them and says "Do you know what this is?......Dark Rum, better known as Nelsons Blood......Christ he'd be embarrassed to know some of you consider yourselves to be naval men!!". Replaces the hip flask and storms off out of the room, heading towards the rescue sub*
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