Oliveboy

Olive: Sons of Contract Wars, I am Oliveboy.

Young soldier:gasps But Olive is 7 feet tall.

Olive: Yes, I’ve heard. Kills men by the hundreds, and if he were here he’d consume the Figas with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse. I AM Olive. And I see a whole army of my olives here in defiance of tyranny. You have come to fight as free olives, and free olives you are. What would you do without freedom? Will you fight?

Veteran Olive: Fight? Against that? No, we will run; and we will live.

Oliveboy: Aye, fight and you may die. Run and you’ll live — at least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our lives, but they’ll never take our freedom!!!

Oliveboy and Soldiers: Oliveboy Forever!