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However Britney was using one of her halberds as a cheer leader to raise morale of the US contingent.

 

"Now we are here the socks are bound to win. Never lost a war - us!"

 

They don't much like the look of the dwarfs. "Hey youse not Moixist Brothers. Us don't loike Moixist Brothers!"

 

This sock was from the wrong side of the racks in Chicago.

 

The forum socks on the other hand...

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... tutted at Ms Halberd's pronunciation and unduly militaristic-aggressive stance. They felt it was rather rude of Ms Halberd and the sox contingent to invade the Dwarves' property and then start insulting them to boot.

 

Others however, in particular a sock that once might have been red but was now an indistinguishable kind of colour featuring a picture of a little pony on it, remarked that the sox were their friends, and clearly required their support, even though there was no proof that the dwarves were in league with the shoes.

 

After deliberating this issue over a cup of tea, the little pony sock ....

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...Realised that P-Elvis had left the building.

"Hey!", the little pony sock yelled, "Pelvis has left the building! What shall we do? Maybe he was a spy, and maybe he is now heading for the boots as fast as he can, to tell them what we are planning! What shall we do?"...

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"Ron ron ron, dah do ron ron"

 

The idea was a good one. But where was foul old ron, ron, ron?

 

As the man with the duck on his head did not know, they asked the one with the seagull (Cliff).

 

"Oh great seagull headed one, where is ron, ron, ron?"

 

The seagull did as all seagulls do.

 

Cliff replied...

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OOC> You can post too you know!

 

"Oh I do like to be beside the seaside," singing lustily enough to shatter everything made of glass within shattering range.

 

The socks fled to escape the falling rain of glass. Besides there were few socks on Discworld to help them.

 

They took the highroad and the low road but the shoes were in Scotland before them armed with claymores and Bogardes.

 

They had been shooting the wild bagpipes, a kind of banshee that had annoyed then by wailing and keening, and were roasting the innards of these haggies.

 

If the socks could creep up unawares...

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OOC> But I don't know what Cliff-reply means :undecided:

 

... then they would be able to kill the shoe-leader first, and lower the shoes morale. Because, shoes wasn't famous for theyr ability to think for themself.

 

Unfortunate, the shoes was planning exactly the same thing...

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It soon become apparent that the outcome of the battle would hinge on either side's ability to turn the haggis, which was peacefully grazing on a heather-clad hillside.

 

The question was of course, whether this was a clockwise or anticlockwise haggis, or, in haggisiologist terms, a 'left eval' or a 'right eval' haggis (as anyone who has ever eaten haggis will know, 'left eval' is a purely abstract term when applied to haggisiology since without doubt haggis is evil all right).

 

However, since neither side had the help of a haggis expert, they could only guess.

 

The socks decided to base their strategy on the widdershins approach, and ran at the ruminant of fate.

 

Which way would the haggis turn? Would it simply run along the slope, it's shorter legs uphill of the longer ones... or would it flee the other way, lose balance and tumble down the hillside, crushing the unsuspecting shoes in the glen below?

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Suddenly the infinitely improbable happens; the sleekest, most advanced, coolest spaceship in the galaxy appears. It is none other than the Feet of Clay with 7 headed Hickseed Babelfish at the controls with Morris Cowley and Zillion in tow. The reconsituted robot GoodE(R2D)2shoes, generally known as Mervyn, complaining that he had chillblains on the corns on his bunions.

 

And this was very odd you see because he hadn't any feet!

 

They swept by accidentally sucking the innocent haggis into their lowest portaloo.*

 

"Oh s**t!" These immortal words passed through it's mind as it.....

 

(*Portaloo - a portable lavatory designed for those who are always on the go!)

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... remembered that it had forgotten to clean its portaloo this year.

 

The socks, who had never seen such a thing in their whole life, stared at the now dissapearing space-ship, and the portaloo, standing all alone there on the ground.

 

The sock-general (Dr-Ecnirwind), and the shoe-general (Dr-Rincewind), walked

(followed by their life-guar's) over to the portaloo.

 

"Peace dude!" Dr-Ecn...wossname... said to Dr-Rin...wossname... and kicked his life-guar to show that he had friendly-purposes.

 

"Yea! Peace!" Dr-rin...what the f**k he now calls himself... answered, and in return kicked his own life-guar.

 

"I wonder what happened to the haggis...", wossname said.

"Yea, it's not fair-play to just..."

 

But he didn't finish what he was supposed to say, because out of the portaloo, something horrible appeard... It was A/AN...

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