August Newsletter - OUT NOW

[seabolt]

My brother-in-law invited me over to watch the pay-per-view MMA fights --- of which the xSoviets would heartily disapprove, the nancies --- and I get back to find another infernal pop quiz awaiting.

Bah. Test not the military trivia omnipotence of Dr Duum. Your T-28 super heavy pales in comparison to my awesome wrath. And that anachronistic portrait of the Battle of Thermopylae, tis beneath contempt.

It's the less than distinguished zig zag destroyer that gives his Excellence a moment's pause. The hell? Other than the obsolete turrets and lack of funky aft superstructure, it's a dead ringer for the Fletcher class, so let's say it's the Fletcher itself in original configuration.

Give unto Dr Duum the points that he doeth deserve or forever feel his wrath! And cough up some aspirin if you got any to spare. He's gonna need them. Really, painkillers trump ladder points, if it comes down to it. Priorities and all ...

Curse you, Richards. Er, Wigam. Whatever.

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