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Strategist: We could invoke the White Witch, enemy of all life, bringer of winter, slavery and starvation, offer her the blood sacrifice of a human being...

Prince Caspian: Vot eees dot?

Strategist: Or we could use the bleedin' air force.

Prince Caspian: I'll take vun of dose pliss.

High King Peter: Aye, indeed we shall! The griffins will fly us over the turrets and drop us in by cover of darkness

PC: Vot? But surely...

HKP: What? Why are you being so timorous now?

PC: Vell, all I am saying ees, vould it not be bedder if der beeg berds culd drop beeg rocks on der turrets, end keep doing dat until de castle eees...how you say...a pile of boulders no beeger den your seester's chest?

HKP: Eyes off my sister's chest you dago dog, she wants nothing to do with you!

PC: Heh heh heh.

HKP: And no, your idea is pants. Griffins dropping rocks? We would need someone to smash up lots of stone for ammo, someone with giant strength.

PC: Hurlbatter Hugeperson eees a giant...

HKP: And how do we defend the undersides of the griffins from trebuchet attacks? We would need incredible magical armour makers...

Passing Dwarf: Anybody need shoes cobbling? Me forge is empty and I'm a bit bored.

The Battle for Narnia continues...