I can do any of these days, but I'd prefer Saturday.
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Once more into the breach, my friends Or close up the wall with our Chalice dead! In peace there's nothing so becomes a man as modest stillness and humility But when the blast of war blows in our ears Then imitate the action of the super robot! Stiffen the exo-frames, summon up hot blood, Disguise fair nature with hard'favored rage! Then clad your mecha with fearsome alloy Let pry it's fists upon the enemy Like roaring rockets! Within thine breast kindle fire that melts your foe to slag, And from thine gullet, breath that rusts bright steel! Scorn death, and disable safety features! Thy deeds, like seeds, shall sprout tales of heroes, a crop whose generation has no limit! For there is none of you so mean and base, That hath not noble lustre in your eyes. The game's afoot! Now cry wide and far: "Who the hell you do you think we are?"
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I can do any of these days, but I'd prefer Saturday.
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Once more into the breach, my friends
Or close up the wall with our Chalice dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
as modest stillness and humility
But when the blast of war blows in our ears
Then imitate the action of the super robot!
Stiffen the exo-frames, summon up hot blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard'favored rage!
Then clad your mecha with fearsome alloy
Let pry it's fists upon the enemy
Like roaring rockets! Within thine breast
kindle fire that melts your foe to slag,
And from thine gullet, breath that rusts bright steel!
Scorn death, and disable safety features!
Thy deeds, like seeds, shall sprout tales of heroes,
a crop whose generation has no limit!
For there is none of you so mean and base,
That hath not noble lustre in your eyes.
The game's afoot! Now cry wide and far:
"Who the hell you do you think we are?"