Behold my horde as we pillage every desert village and outpost. We capture camels and dominate the landscape. There is only one village that we fear. They make us dismount and engage in silly dancing. It is Harmonica World where all the residents play harmonica. These 12 tone demons force us to gesticulate wildly and extend our arms and legs at impossible angles.
We are humiliated and exhausted, pleading with them to stop. Eventually we mount our embarrassed steeds and move on. Across the endless desert we ride, heads held high. To be a conquer er one must have a defective short term memory. One must live through delusion.
Or the camels win.
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