Centurion: "Oh, Jupiter! I told that bloody stuck-up ponce Cotta not to ride side-saddle in battle, now look where its got him! What a twat."
Optio: "Good riddance! We'll win the battle in spite of our useless officers, just like we always do! Er, no offence, sir."
Centurion: "Watch it, you cheeky sod! Now, shut yer hole, eyes front and let's give Cotta some company for the road!"
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