Major Jean Villeneuve: (walking into a very seedy tavern) Are you sure this is the right place to recruit for a militia? Benjamin: (aside glance to Jean) GOD SAVE KING GEORGE! (The festivities in the tavern come to a stop. Everyone glares at Benjamin and Jean, bearing down on them with weapons drawn. They hastily exit the tavern as the patrons shout curses at them and stuff is thrown at the door...including a random knife sticking in the door.) Benjamin: I think we came to the right place!