Armend smiled, “I trust it in your hands then.” He continued to walk beside her. He looked down at his boots for a moment before furrowing his brow. As good as silence was, Armend found the worried expressions of his companions worrying in itself. So he decided to try and lighten the mood. His accent was thick and in english it sounded almost comical when he stumbled over a few words, but he decided to give it a go anyways as he started an almost chanting sing song voice to match his marching, “I vas sitting in a temple. I vas minding my own business. I vas listening to a... lovely Hebrew mass. Then these Papus persons plungered and dey throw me in a dungeon and dey shove a red hot poker up my ass. Is that con.. considerate? Iz dat polite? And not a tube of Preperation H in zight! I'm sittin' flickin' chickens and I'm lookin' throught the pickins' and zuddenly thes goyim pull down valls. I didn't even know them and they grabbed my by the stoghum and started playing ping pong with my valls! Ooh, the agony! Ooh, the shame! To make my privates public for a game?"

	He paused, the confused looks he was getting adding a shade of red to his cheeks as he blurted, “Mel Brooks. Verry funny guy.” 



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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ZegQYgygdw]The Inquisition - Mel Brooks[/url]
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