That dastardly bastion of virtue, that caped green crusader bearing our proud standard of the Mayflower! That sole commando, his mission a brave one, his opponents vanquished, the trail of destruction, entrneched deep behind enemy lines, the might of the Pork shall not be overcome, his righteousness coarsing through his proud and pumping Janner veins. "Once more over the breach my comrades" He commanded. "For Argyle!" they cried "For James Brent!"