Oh my goodness, I didn't even think about that! The conspiracy is untangling beneath our very toes. Surely it must be a calling, being born 900 years after that, maybe to start another Crusade? Already, I'm suddenly yearning to speak French. Anyone else in the mood to invade England?
Sacré bleu...
Lol, get it done!
You know that other time when I talked about crowning you King of Australia? If you'd kindly send military assistance to Normandy for the invasion fleet right now, I'll make it happen once the Crown of England belongs to a Norman once more, at which point the independence of Australia will be granted. The plotting is underway...
Lol...I'm sure that book, and General Cat will take us to victory! A free Australia, we can only dream of it...But now that dream could be a reality.
Tally ho, and forward to victory!
I'll take a regiment of Roos, and a battalion of Emus, please. We'll be needing those to scare off the English, as Field Marshal Lé Meow dictates. I'm putting him in command of our invasion force, and you Aussies will be leading along the Southern shore of the British Isles, since the weather there might be suitable for you.
En garde!
Those emu's look like they mean business. Scary bastards. Stole my fucking cheezles all those years ago...Still looking for that one...Going to wring his neck.
That's why we need them! The English love their snacks, and nothing else will put a show of sheer terror in their face like a horde of Emus stealing their crisps, specifically a battalion sized one. Plus, if these flightless birds can beat you Aussies, they'll make a piecemeal of those English. The Battle of Hastings, once again!
Emu's advance!