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There is an Archie. Well, there is always an Archie, but this morning, he is out back, between the bar and the lake shore practicing very precise drills with his sword. It's kind of like a dance, and Archie likes to dance. Every so often he'll pause to wipe the sweat from his face and take a sip from the mug sitting on a nearby rock, and then he starts back up again.