Стража! Стража!

           Theladwillhaveamarvelloussword.Everyoneknowskingshavemarvellousswords-"

           "This’dbethemarvellousswordyou’vebeentellingusabout,wouldit?"saidBrotherPlasterer.

           "Andwhenittouchesthedragon,"saidtheSupremeGrandMaster,"it’llbe...foom!"

           "Yeah,theydothat,"saidBrotherDoorkeeper."Myunclekickedaswampdragononce.Hefounditeatinghispumpkins.Damnthingnearlytookhislegoff."

           TheSupremeGrandMastersighed.Afewmorehours,yes,andthennomoreofthis.Theonlythinghehadn’tdecidedwaswhethertoletthemalone-who’dbelievethem,afterall?-orsendtheGuardtoarrestthemforbeingterminallystupid.

           "No,"hesaidpatiently,"Imeanthedragonwillvanish.We’llhavesentitback.Endofdragon."

           "Won’tpeoplebeabitsuspicious?"saidBrotherPlasterer."Won’ttheyexpectlumpsofdragonallovertheplace?"

           "No,"saidtheSupremeGrandMastertriumphantly,"becauseonetouchfromtheSwordofTruthandJusticewilltotallydestroytheSpawnofEvil!"

           TheBrethrenstaredathim.

           "That’swhatthey’llbelieve,anyway,"headded."Wecanprovideabitofmysticsmokeatthetime."

           "Deadeasy,mysticsmoke,"saidBrotherFingers.

           "Nobits,then?"saidBrotherPlasterer,ashadedisappointed.

           BrotherWatchtowercoughed."Dunnoifpeoplewillacceptthat,"hesaid."Soundsabittooneat,like."