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Perpetual fashion victim that he was, Manshein bit down harder on his pipe to hold back envious tears; acutely aware that his headgear was utterly lacking any sign of ostrich plumage and shamefully absent of golden knotted ropey bits.
Donner und blitzen! Don’t you know that smoking is hussardous to your health?
Hans and Ulrich were convinced they’d win the World Moustache Championships, if they didn’t they’d show the judges how well their muskets worked.
Movember moustaches aside, how’s your prostate?
I say, Otto, have you got a matchlock?
Our new rifled Meerschaums can project a smoke screen to a hundred paces easily surpassing the clay pipes we previously used!.
Not only is my gun bigger than yours but so is my hat, my uniform, my moustache and clearly my pipe…oh sorry I forgot your lot don’t smoke!
You’re right Hans, recruits nowadays simply have no idea how to strike a heroic pose.
I’m studying smoke-screen tactics via pipeline technology!
I’m fighting tooth and nail to get this blasted pipe lit up, but it’s not working.
Since we landed in Mexico their tobacco’s gives me weird dreams.
Our hat grown tobacco smokes well sir !
I say Otto. Can I smoke some of your plume when I run out of mine?
Oh, hey, Birdie! I gotta cut back – that soldier’s underneath you again.
Perpetual fashion victim that he was, Manshein bit down harder on his pipe to hold back envious tears; acutely aware that his headgear was utterly lacking any sign of ostrich plumage and shamefully absent of golden knotted ropey bits.
I used to smoke Marlborough but the NCO thought it unpatriotic.
I’m wearing a plant pot, Your smoking my plant.
Well yes I would get rid of the pipe but I’ve got my finger stuck in the bowl.
Of course I’m angry! And don’t you pipe down me; I haven’t even lit it yet!
And for this campaign, you’d better give me double wages, I said. I’m not called The Paid Piper for nothing!
put that pipe out.
I don’t care if it is a no smoking area, you and whose army is going to stop me?
OK Watson if you really feel that way I will go back to the curved pipe, deer stalker and tweed….you can change back too if you like!
Elementary, my dear Votzin. We’re dressed in this impenetrable disguise to catch that arch-arsonist, Frederick the Grate.