She greeted her unwelcome visitors with disdain. “His Majesty didn’t have the decency to send the starting lineup. They, are fighting Napoleon.” Then she saw a young Redcoat holding the portrait of George Washington. She grabbed her sword and lopped his hands off. The portrait fell to the floor.
“You dropped the painting to the floor you clod!”
“But you chopped me hands off, ma’am.”
“You are bleeding on the people’s carpet, stop it!”