Tomorrow, we march.
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Four Penguin legionaries are packing up camp, getting ready to march. They are putting wooden sticks into boxes labeled MATACORP WOODEN STICKS.
One Penguin to another: "...Yeah, dude, the priests arrived last night. It wasn't good...."
FLASHBACK TO YESTERDAY
Three slackpriests approach the Penguin Emperor. One speaks: "The maintainers spoke to us. Your alliance with the corpobarians is founded on ill intent! DO NOT MARCH WITH THEM!"
Emperor, with a MATABOT whispering to his ear and its mechanical arm on the Emperor's shoulder: "I have no interest in your imaginary gods. Tomorrow we conquer the world."