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Dotty
Normally you and I are great mates.
Normally we stand shoulder to shoulder (well, almost) as brothers to protect UKPF from evildoers.
Normally I love you to death.
But not tomorrow.
Oh no.
Tomorrow you are the sworn enemy, we will crush you and grind your bones into the dust of the Twickenham hallowed ground.
Tomorrow we shall dance over your tear stained attempts to beat us.
Tomorrow we shall be triumphant.
The Chariot will rumble on to glory.
(Back to loving you on Monday though!)
Normally we stand shoulder to shoulder (well, almost) as brothers to protect UKPF from evildoers.
Normally I love you to death.
But not tomorrow.
Oh no.
Tomorrow you are the sworn enemy, we will crush you and grind your bones into the dust of the Twickenham hallowed ground.
Tomorrow we shall dance over your tear stained attempts to beat us.
Tomorrow we shall be triumphant.
The Chariot will rumble on to glory.
(Back to loving you on Monday though!)