Final lines....

Vince leaned out the keep's window. Looking out on the fields below he said, "Do you remember how we felt when we began this fool's errand?"

Boris looked at him quizzically and replied, "Why we felt righteous, we were going to overthrow an evil dictator and his minions. We felt like knights setting upon a dragon's nest..."

"Knights?" Vince held that word for a moment before continuing, "Yes, we felt like knights, but we've become the dragons."
 
"I will survive you!" The voice boomed overhead, thick with malevolance. "You will have died a hundred times over before I am gone!"

"I don't think so..." I said and flipped the switch.
 
As the disk drive stuttered into life Brian flicked the upload button....
 
"After all that, I definitely need a bourbon." He smiled wryly. "But I bet you only keep the biscuits in the house."
 
And so, Jean-Paul was just getting to the interesting part, when his underpants suddenly exploded.

Fin
 
o_O

Anyway!

The executioner raised his axe high overhead, and brought it down swiftly...
 
(Along similar lines...:))

I looked over my shoulder at the carnage below. Hanging by my fingernails from the edge of the crevice, I thought I'd had rather a lucky escape.

Then I saw the boot descending towards my hands.
 
Now he was in Bayeux, Prof. Robert Langdon realised why MI5, MI6 and the British Royal Family had tried so hard to kill him; for he knew the truth, that the Normans had gone to extraordinary lengths to embroider their claim to the throne of England.
 
Gordon shuddered; it had all been a dream; it had to have been a dream. But there, in front of his half-open eyes, were those shiny shoes skittering across the Cabinet table; and there was that awful parody of the Four Tops's biggest hit, with Lord Peter singing at the top of his voice, "I'll be Blair!"
 
I don't think I've ever felt so demoralisied and washed-up in all the thousands of years I've been alive. And that was all just today.

I think I hate Mondays.
 
I know she's always right about everything, I mean she never stops telling me how right she always is, but this time -- this time ... she was absolutely right.
 
As they steamed away from the harbor, he looked back at the churchyard where they had left her.

He hoped she had finally found what she sought for so long.
 

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