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10/10 would develop stage 4 cancer again.
My lords! My ladies.
And everybody else here NOT sitting on a cushion:
Today, today, you find yourselves equals.
For you are all equally blessed.
For I have the pride, the privilege, nay, the pleasure
Of introducing to you a Knight, sired by Knights,
A Knight who can trace his lineage back beyond Charlemagne.
I first met him atop a mountain near Jerusalem,
Praying to God,
Asking His forgiveness
For the Saracen blood spilt by his sword.
Next, he amazed me still further in Italy
When he saved a fatherless beauty
From the would-be ravishings
Of her dreadful Turkish uncle.
In Greece, he spent a year in silence
Just to better understand the sound of a whisper.
And so, without further gilding the lily,
And with no more ado,
I give to you the Seeker of Serenity,
The Protector of Italian Virginity,
The Enforcer of our Lord God,
The One
The Only
Sir Man Ray