March 24, 2006
"Then it is a duel to the death!" Eduardo cried, pulling a peanut from his scabbard. He quickly replaced the peanut with a sword from his other scabbard. "And he who wins shall have Marsha Quinn!" Manfred likewise drew his weapon, a 24-inch howitzer, from his belt, and the two erstwhile companions stood in the forest clearing, which was covered with old food, glaring at each other, hands on their weapons, ready to do the other death. "Stop!" cried Marsha, weeping just slightly from her right eye and nostril. "I love you both! You must not do this! Okay?"