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joinerjohn
Reminds me of that night back in Roman times at Hadrians Wall . One dark night a voice calls from the northern side. "I am a lone Scot, send ower 50 o yer best men." So 50 Romans go over. Half an hour later the voice calls again, "I am a lone Scot, send ower a hundred o yer best men." So a hundred Romans go over the wall. Three quarter of an hour later a Roman centurion clambers back over the wall, his body cut to shreds by a claymore. With his dying breathe he says,,, "Watch out lads,,,, It's a trap,,, There's two of them."