The Carps are on the horns of a dilemma whether or not we treat them with respect
Yeah, OK.
Treating them with respect never got us anywhere.
Plutarch came here first, as a "Stranger". He was a gentleman, as he always is. He was tsuwhammied almost immediately. He fought back. Then he was swarmed. They were running in packs. That's what people call "the Olicarpy" nowadays.
I came to Plutarch's aid. Together we held them off. We were outnumbered at least 5 or 6 to 1 [if you count me and Plutarch as one]. We didn't know who the "Big Carp" was back then. We didn't even know who we were fighting. Or why. Or why no-one came to our aid.
I guess they weren't expecting a fight. They certainly weren't expecting such a fight as Plutarch and Wordminstrel gave them.
You know Plutarch is not one to turn tail and run. And Wordminstrel cowers before no man, and certainly no Carpal Tunnel dog pack.
They never forgave us for that.
And they never gave you a chance, Grapho, however respectful you were. Or Moss. Or even Tang. And Tang is only a drone, for heaven's sake.
Treating them with respect? I hope that isn't your "solution", Grapho.
