" Let me be me Muffet! I'm not built for war. I'm built for Diplomacy! Oh yes sire. Send me to our attackers. I will score a truce. I will save us all from untimely death." He stammered and scampered foreword almost crashing into a cluster of little girls squatted as they watched the height of cowardice like they had never seen in their young lives. They fled away like church rats to avoid getting crushed by the dandy fellow who no doubt had lost it in life. Surprisingly, he gyrated just before he could touch the ground and paused with his legs wide apart from each other before gradually...