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TheThirdMusketteer
The Cavalier Roofus De VInyard
WOW eye am Prothos Artemis Dartanion. PAD Cavalier. Just call me paid for sure. How about Roofus. Roofus De VInyard the buffoon. An CharlaXAndroidoneseven time traveling to aid his fellow Frenchman and even Englais men. The Main Body of the Musketeers was in the war in the zone always fighting with someone. Dumas by the way yew owe the liberry millions of ducats. Eye found a cloak that poor Porthos has cast off his Master was wearing it new the now second hand cloak was on me to hide the android body no simple easy task eye did not even look like Englais or even French but my model clay attachemounts were almost Afrikaans in nature a most well known minion in the courts of Monte Negro hidden by the purloined coat the third mee down. The people who would attack me and try to kill me always tried to hurt me eye found a wooden planket about four inches wide and thirteen inches long and strapped it to my forearm where eye held my sword. It saved my life over time in the fight. Everyone LOVES the sword play on the movie they love to see the swashbuckles undone and the men busy going at it. Let me tell ewe it is not fun to be attacked and then defend oneself with a sword that is not long enough to reach the enemy they scoff and hack at arm much like Porthos does to win his victory. He even walked over and examined my cheater board he frowned at me as if to say android you are cheating death. He laughed at my short sword. He is much too nice a man to be a musketeer. The war continued “which one” was it for ROSES or for fun the history is unclear perhaps the Author was myopic only concentrating on his subjects the Kings Musketeers. The length of the arm of the murderous French was not saving them the wood I beam on my arm was still saving me you cannot believe how many of the stupid ones hacked and sawed at my arm to make me drop the stupid short sword they all wanted it to keep it as an oddity of war. Eye placed my left hand inside my vest and carefully fought on an elder version of seeming Napoleon. Eye won every fight that day the men fell in droves and stayed upon the effigy of war the field of battlemounte to rise no more in honor or in doubt. Eye am sure of only one thing they hit me several times so hard that one of my WISDOM teeth cracked and that takes a lot of force the pounding that eye took made me check my wooden armoire more than once eye stopped and slipped in reverie the stuff was all over the place so experimental thick licking ice in layers like Martian hairs in backs of things so nice and green. Would you love a fighter a swordsmon leaving battle his sword at the center of his uniform a scabbard wove of cloth so poor the fighter needing just to eat some meat ewe would ewe love the fighter eye become. Just like Doctored StrangeGloved in the movie my short sword was such a target they came spitting they came hacking my left hand was pushing panic button down while board was splintering in the manner of apologetic Christians leaving town. Eye won the war and all the battles all the fights. Eye swept the tricornered hat from hoary pate the cloak went down to cover up the deep the beauty walks around she never sleeps she always slumbers and she keeps a heart of love. Eye went to visit at the Convent of la Saiile in Franco she was not there. They told me several of the women loved the women in the town and they decended to the village where they then lived in little rounded huts with leaves for roofs and rain drips in the cracks and causes them to want to be dry there. Eye found a hut with roof torn off the weather old and dry there. There was a stone a very grave site near the boulder in the back the mossy stone so worn and yet it seemed brand new in this era of construction. The namme was there in carvings made with care as if the hand of GOD had come and carved Elaine. My Mother not my wife not she it is who loves me but she it was who borne mee. Perhaps eye will stop the fighting now and visit one more place to live to seek to get the madness gone the alcoholic thrall the kissing in the darkenness too long eye leapt at sanity and found it gone away a duck with webbed feet and no hands no place to stay in memory long swept away by rainfall on the grass topped hut she used to love she used to live and stay eye found my mother's grave before they buried me no namme no place to rest they toss the mess in wholes just near the shore the eddies make the waves. The water lapped it lapped my face they did not bother to erase the traces of the dragging marks where they had dumped my body to be washed to sea in tides of crimson tides of blood while agony is gone as the board so carefully entwined to arm just floats up in front of face of mee of eye asleep and gone the spirit fled to GOD the Cavalier.
