Four horsemen walk into a bar at a desert crossroads.
Famine walks in from the East. They're a little peckish.
War walks in from the South. He has an axe to grind.
Conquest strides in from the North. She has a high opinion of his horse, among other things.
Death walks in from the West. He knows how everything ends, and he's a card shark.
This bar is staffed by dancing girls and a stuffed rabbit. About the only thing they serve is tequila and cocktail peanuts. But if you pinch one of the girl's bottoms, you can get a knuckle sandwich.
Conquest pulls the rabbit's string.
"Hey watch out, that's my last bit of knitting," the speaker inside the rabbit says.
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