Seize Him!
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| - | [[Category:Glossary]]The war cry of [[The League of Gnomes]]. Among [[The League of Men with Fancy Gloves]], the proper response is [[Run!]]. | + | [[Category:Glossary]]The war cry of [[The League of Gnomes]], eliciting from both [[Mormo|Mormons]] and [[Freemasonry|Freemasons]] the limping query, "Who will save the Widow's Son?" Among [[The League of Men with Fancy Gloves|The Begloved]], the proper response is [[Run!]]. |
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| + | As in most ritual utterance, form here is function. The proper way to sully forth with the seizing is with arm extended, rigidly, skeletal fingers bringing forward the bow of the forehead, the longest finger a yardarm against the winds. Like [[Caesar]], say, or a supervillain. In this last regard, some manner of [[# Ablation|body deformity]] is preferable, such as an absence of said finger or a hideously scarred face requiring a metal mask, a [[veil]] or, in the least, the extended wing of an round-chested [[Lil' Robin Redpants|red robin]]. The preferred follow-up includes a rush of cronies from [[Alcove|behind tapestries]] or machinery, cosmic dental-dams. Chase ensues, or, sadly, capture. | ||
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| + | Most of which is nonsense, according to inside accounts. Gnomes are a reticent bunch, prone to tomfoolery -- take everything they tell you with a shot of whiskey; truth bends into [[pants]], each form-hole magically leg-like. | ||
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| + | == See Also == | ||
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| + | * [[Seize Her!]] | ||
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The war cry of The League of Gnomes, eliciting from both Mormons and Freemasons the limping query, "Who will save the Widow's Son?" Among The Begloved, the proper response is Run!.
Non-Canonical Text
As in most ritual utterance, form here is function. The proper way to sully forth with the seizing is with arm extended, rigidly, skeletal fingers bringing forward the bow of the forehead, the longest finger a yardarm against the winds. Like Caesar, say, or a supervillain. In this last regard, some manner of body deformity is preferable, such as an absence of said finger or a hideously scarred face requiring a metal mask, a veil or, in the least, the extended wing of an round-chested red robin. The preferred follow-up includes a rush of cronies from behind tapestries or machinery, cosmic dental-dams. Chase ensues, or, sadly, capture.
Most of which is nonsense, according to inside accounts. Gnomes are a reticent bunch, prone to tomfoolery -- take everything they tell you with a shot of whiskey; truth bends into pants, each form-hole magically leg-like.
