It was 9:50 AM, a Thursday, and the good ship Boniface was being attacked by English and French Brutes. Phil, a Frenchy, drank his warm creamy latte; he was busy picking croissant crumbs from his shirt, Eddy a Limey, drank tea. He ate his scone with gratitude.
Both laughed, a victorious chuckle, at Pope Boniface and the words that he said:
"I did not mean to cut off clerical contributions for defense in times of dire need."
They were now able to tax the Church at will.
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