Hey, I warn ye lousy soldiers that if you ruthlessly slaughter me, I, the mighty Chicken Joe, will infact rise again to eat you.
Ha ha silly redcoat, I, the mighty Donky Moe, have ruthlessly slaughtered ye, yet ye have failed to eat us.
Well well my brothers, it seems we have profusely defeated, with great force, the not so mighty Chicken Joe, so let us rob the town.
Boo! Donkey Moe, you have created the perfunctory fallacy that you have defeated me. Boisterous soldiers, defiantly disengage yourself from this jovial orthodoxy and stop being dissenters.
Well well well Donkey Moe. It undoubtedly seems to me as though I've turned into a big ghost. I have said my dogma and your dainty soldiers have seen my mercy. Unfourtunantly for you, I have to keep my blood sugar up to keep from dying and must eat you. If i was nice i'd let you catch up on your sanctity. oh well. Watch out tummy!
Arghh now all my harshly hard work has undoubtedly been done by me eating and defeating Donkey Moe. I could tell my story to the world but instead I'll just lay down, take a nap, and digest my food.