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Hello, and welcome to yet another lovely episode of The Lines Led by Donkey's Podcast. I almost

said that we are the donkeys. Well, then it occurred to me, are we the donkeys? We're certainly not

the lions. We're not the lions. We're a mule team, I think, is what we basically are.

We're like the documentarian voice staring at lions and donkeys. We're the quartermaster

enduring heavy fire to find out that you have to fill out the forms for that.

Oh no, we are donkeys. We're donkeys, buddy. We're the guys from the Zulu War episode like,

nope, sorry, we can't open up the ammo until all the ammo's gone from the next one. It doesn't

matter how many of you are getting speared in the face. Yeah, whatever. That's that's a team

imperialism in action. On the bright side, that means we inadvertently killed redcoats, which is

good. I'm not saying I dislike the British people. I'm just saying I hate their army in Africa.

Speaking of imperialism, we're on part three of our Spanish-American war, and this is the final

episode. You know, it's unfortunate. I didn't get any like old-timey marching music for the the

drops. All I have is an air horn and the Soviet Union's national anthem. I never know we're going

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