Before I decided to worship and praise you, I have a few questions. What will you do for me and my poor, peasant family living in the farmlands? Will you bless our crops? Make sure our Miltanks always provide bountiful milk? Protect our homes from swarms? One cannot simply start worshiping a god without these kinds of things secured for them.
[[If the man can't tell, this girl isn't taking him seriously at all.]]
[Don't mind him getting in real close to the 'gear. Enough that you'd be able to smell him, if he weren't in a different city entirely. Probably a different region, too, since it sounds like Cherrygrove behind him.
He's stumped for a minute before:]
Take it in your own hands, kesesese!! Will your crops to grow! Spread-- Iunno, fertilizer'nd shit all over the fields, like whoosh! Whoosh! Order those Miltanks to produce milk by reminding them of your less-awesome-than-me-but-still-pretty-cool-for-a-peasant self's own greatness! And then bam! Get a weapon and fight back against those swarms for yourself! No surren-deeeeeer!!
[He clenches a fist as if he were addressing an entire parade ground.]
And then remember it was the Great Prussia who gave you th'advice when you're sitting as lord of your farmlands, kesesese!
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[[If the man can't tell, this girl isn't taking him seriously at all.]]
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[Don't mind him getting in real close to the 'gear. Enough that you'd be able to smell him, if he weren't in a different city entirely. Probably a different region, too, since it sounds like Cherrygrove behind him.
He's stumped for a minute before:]
Take it in your own hands, kesesese!! Will your crops to grow! Spread-- Iunno, fertilizer'nd shit all over the fields, like whoosh! Whoosh! Order those Miltanks to produce milk by reminding them of your less-awesome-than-me-but-still-pretty-cool-for-a-peasant self's own greatness! And then bam! Get a weapon and fight back against those swarms for yourself! No surren-deeeeeer!!
[He clenches a fist as if he were addressing an entire parade ground.]
And then remember it was the Great Prussia who gave you th'advice when you're sitting as lord of your farmlands, kesesese!
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[[She thought about that answer, tapping her chin...]]
Maybe it'd be worth becoming Prussian.