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- In the late 1600s the Sultan of the Ottoman Empire Mehmed IV sent a cocky threat letter to the Zaporozhian Cossacks (from Ukraine). It read this (according to stories):
Sultan Mehmed IV to the Zaporozhian Cossacks: As the Sultan; son of Muhammad; brother of the sun and moon; grandson and viceroy of God; ruler of the kingdoms of Macedonia, Babylon, Jerusalem, Upper and Lower Egypt; emperor of emperors; sovereign of sovereigns; extraordinary knight, never defeated; steadfast guardian of the tomb of Jesus Christ; trustee chosen by God Himself; the hope and comfort of Muslims; confounder and great defender of Christians – I command you, the Zaporogian Cossacks, to submit to me voluntarily and without any resistance, and to desist from troubling me with your attacks.
The question: How did the Cossacks respond?
I meannn...it's a plausible answer.
"Here's a thing we put our feet on...which is the dirtiest part of our bodies. THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE!!" :DDD
"Here's a thing we put our feet on...which is the dirtiest part of our bodies. THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE!!" :DDD
Aisukohi:
I meannn...it's a plausible answer.
"Here's a thing we put our feet on...which is the dirtiest part of our bodies. THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE!!" :DDD
"Here's a thing we put our feet on...which is the dirtiest part of our bodies. THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE!!" :DDD
This reason is very close to what they did
I can't help but laugh at the very idea. xD It sounds so sassy!!
GO TEAM SOUNNNND!
GO TEAM SOUNNNND!
I mean the only thing worse I can think of is sending him a package of excrement...>.> Yuck!
Goodbye, Voltra.
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- The answer:
The Cossacks sent a letter in response, and the simplest way to sum up the letter in response is this beautiful painting that I want painted on the side of a skyscraper:
The translates letter (It's vulgar so watch out:
Zaporozhian Cossacks to the Turkish Sultan!
O sultan, Turkish devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou son of a whore, make subjects of Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck thy mother.
Thou Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine own mother!
So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the Christians. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!
— Koshovyi otaman Ivan Sirko, with the whole Zaporozhian Host
O sultan, Turkish devil and damned devil's kith and kin, secretary to Lucifer himself. What the devil kind of knight are thou, that canst not slay a hedgehog with your naked arse? The devil shits, and your army eats. Thou shalt not, thou son of a whore, make subjects of Christian sons; we have no fear of your army, by land and by sea we will battle with thee, fuck thy mother.
Thou Babylonian scullion, Macedonian wheelwright, brewer of Jerusalem, goat-fucker of Alexandria, swineherd of Greater and Lesser Egypt, pig of Armenia, Podolian thief, catamite of Tartary, hangman of Kamyanets, and fool of all the world and underworld, an idiot before God, grandson of the Serpent, and the crick in our dick. Pig's snout, mare's arse, slaughterhouse cur, unchristened brow, screw thine own mother!
So the Zaporozhians declare, you lowlife. You won't even be herding pigs for the Christians. Now we'll conclude, for we don't know the date and don't own a calendar; the moon's in the sky, the year with the Lord, the day's the same over here as it is over there; for this kiss our arse!
— Koshovyi otaman Ivan Sirko, with the whole Zaporozhian Host
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Having you as a Voltie would be awesome.