Long Patrol Feastin'!

[Sabretache]

Welcome, you chaps 'n chappesses, to the official feast celebratin' Lord Russano's takeov-- er, er, improvement campaign to whip Redwall back into shape by fixin' the leadership within! If'n ye haven't got what it takes to duel us nor have the desire to let us train ye in the noble art of combat and espionage, you might as well join in on the whackin' great feast, wot!

I quite think I'm going to start with this 'ere special abbey trifle, looks scrumptious, oozin' custard an' strawberries and such -- scrnch, mmch! -- and a long patrol style hare sandwich made up of this splendiferous spring salad, a healthy dollop o' apple 'n' meadowcream turnover, and perhaps a measly mouthful of that tater'n'turnip'n'beetroot'n'whatever you molechaps call it pie -- mmm, delicious! I say, young thingummy, d'ye mind passin' that famous abbey October ale? Looks like just the thing to clear the palate of a starvin' warrior, wot wot!

[Dannflower Reguba]

STOP THEM! They'll eat us out of our very Abbey! STOP THEM!

[Buckworthy Crumshaw]

Nonsense, laddiebuck. Yore Abbey can support us all, I've been personally informed by the cooks! Now, t'feast, wot wot!

[Leatho Shellhound]

I say old chap, less of the talk and more of the stuffing. wot wot

[Rainshadow]

  I think I'll just stay outta trouble so I won't have to scrub the pots and pans.  I shudder to think of what the kitchen'll look like when this feast is done!

[redwallgurl]

Feasting? More like emptying our cellars I say! This is nonsense didn't you hares pack your own food? For shame!

[Tam and Martin]

Get your own food!!!

[Sabretache]

Pah, the bally nerve of you blinkin' cads! SERGEANT! WHAT DO YOU THINK O' REMOVIN' THESE MISCREANTS AND SENTENCIN' 'EM TO THREE WEEKS HARD TRAININ', EH? No feasting for you!

Er, I say, you there, Leatho laddie, d'ye mind awfully passin' me that scrumptious lookin' bowl o' salad, wot?

[Buckworthy Crumshaw]

An' mind ye don't pinch those pasties as ya pass 'em along, old lad!

[Captain Tammo]

"Ah heard there was some jolly good scoff to be had wot!"
The now elderly Captain Tammo De Fformello Tussock leaped into the room as if he was still a leveret. Quickly putting on a mock posture of weak and helplessness, "Well now clear a seat an' fetch a plate for ole gramps, I'm hungry wot wot! Where's Russano? I didn't save 'is blinkin' hide all those years ago jus' so he could hide away in his chamber all day!"

[Russano]

The Badger Lord demands some October Ale.......NOW! 

[Romsca]

Well you won't get any...

[Krowdon]

Romsca! You don't deny the Badger Lord his October Ale!

[Romsca]

Oh yeah?

[Krowdon]

Get him one, you responded first.