THIS MEANS WAR.

[homo_lettuce]

This is Egypt's formal declaration of war on the nation of France, in response to inforgivable crimes of existing and being annoying and stuffy

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[southernpoison]

*is not French by nationality, but is by blood; but French or not, she's not the sort of old lady you do not want coldly glaring at you, which is exactly what she's doing* France does not ask your forgiveness, sir; it merely looks down its impeccable nose at your crass declarations.

[homo_lettuce]

Its nose won't be impeccable once broken. *advances on her, a seven-foot god smirking down at one mere old woman* Go home to your embroidery, old woman. I'm enjoying myself.

[southernpoison]

*I'm not sure if it's because she's a Pendergast or because she's crazy, but that really doesn't intimidate her-- in fact, she sits up a little straighter and purses her lips* It is not my business or interest what you enjoy. Neither is it that of this household. And I shall embroider wherever I wish, young man.

[thanitohercules]

Speak not so to her, pagan knave.

[rockabye_hamlet]

Zee French, stuffy? I believe you have got them meexed up with zee Eeengleesh.

[homo_lettuce]

I can always do them next.

[rockabye_hamlet]

Nah. I just wanted you to know your premises suck.

[mad_leprechaun]

I don't give a shit one way or another, but I'm always up for a fight. *grins* The Irish-American leprechaun contingent is with you, Egypt! At least, until I can think of something better to do.

[homo_lettuce]

Well, at least that's one ally.

[mad_leprechaun]

Yeah, so when do we get to start throwing punches?

[homo_lettuce]

Now is good. Find a frenchperson. *points at someone random* Start with that one.

[prettydenis]

Why would you wish to start a war with us, monsieur? *alluringly pretty smile* We should make love not war, oui?

[homo_lettuce]

*oh, and he does like pretty boys* ... Well, I can spare you, I'm sure. Or at least take you captive for my harem. *hungry grin*

[prettydenis]

*flirtatious look* Merci.

[homo_lettuce]

*beckons him in* Come here, pretty. How'd you like a place in my harem? *toys with a strand of Denis' hair*

[theblondgypsy]

Oh good God. What's my country done to you?

[homo_lettuce]

... it was there.

[theblondgypsy]

Now THERE'S a well-thought out reason! What's next, killing a person just for standing in front of you?

[homo_lettuce]

So you're french? Surrender or die. *cheery*