If I have to start parading around in knee-breeches, frock coats and an enormous powdered wig to keep the Enlightenment alive, then I shall do it, sir, and be damned to you. Be damned to you, I say, sir! A fig for your treachery!
Neddie, if you're going to be that way, stop by G.Gedney Godwin, the Sutler of Mt. Misery, where you can wig out. Something tells me you would like the Hessian, but be sure to specify the number of curls needed.
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