"We shall creep out quietly into the butler's pantry--" cried the Mole.
"--with our pistols and swords and sticks--" shouted the Rat.
"--and rush in upon them," said Badger.
"--and whack 'em, and whack 'em, and whack 'em!" cried the Toad in ecstasy, running round and round the room, and jumping over the chairs."
Kenneth Grahame (The Wind in the Willows)
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