[[BoxJam and Mallethead stand at the foot of a hill, on top of which is a castle (with a chimney). They're both in armor, BoxJam holding a sword, and Mallethead a big piece of brush.]]

BoxJam: I can't believe these woods they'd have us carry...

Mallethead: THEY CLAIM THEY'LL HIDE OUR NUMBER FROM OUR FOE

[[They begin the awkward trip uphill.]]

BoxJam: Our number? Sure, 10,000 we may be, or only 10~ with branches all we bear who'd ever know? Yeah, and deadweight dragged uphill helps out a warrior...

Mallethead: I'FAITH, THERE'S A SPECIAL TRICK WE HAVE FOR THE ONE NO MAN OF WOMAN BORN CAN VULNER...*

Footnote: *Vulner: What you can do to a vulnerable person. Oh, like Shakespeare didn't pull stuff like this.

[[They are now fighting with guys in tams.]]

BoxJam: No man of woman born? Must be a woman then, or pack of dogs well trained...

Mallethead: IT'S A MAN- DELIVERED BY C-SECTION!

[[BoxJam and the guy he's battling with pause. In the background, Mallethead is face-smashing another warrior]]

BoxJam: C-Section? Isn't that still "of woman born?"

Guy in tam: Yeah, I would think so...

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