Okay, we have a pending mob battle royal between half naked Nords in the Snow and a Bunch of Middle Eastern faggots in sweaters.
No fair taking bets on this one. However, the Khan does wonder, is this what it was like for Longhair Custer, The Son of the Morning Star, Old Iron Backsides, when he suddenly discovered that the Great Spirit had added a zero to the projected number of squaws he was supposed to murder that day—and on top of that turned all the squaws into warriors?
That is what sissies would call a rhetorical question. In the Khan’s Barrow of Heroes we call it a jest.
Posthumously, the Khan wonders what Baybars would say about such an invasion of infidel lands. Ought not one bring sabers and ponies and outnumber the Christian dogs at the point of contact at least?
“But, but, oh Mighty Khan, does this not look like the Pittsburg Steelers versus the Canadian Kennel Club?”
Kennel—is this correct? Do you mean to say, that in this sissy age, kings still keep kennels, so that the hounds may be unleashed upon the low! Can it be so?
“Well, it’s not exactly Hernan de Soto’s Kennel—let me get back to you on that…”
“As you see, anytime my unsavory conscience, which you moderns seem to have invented to afflict me, intrudes upon my channeling of the Khan, these quibbling thoughts shall be presented in quotation marks.”