Constantinople was Istanbul. Constantinople was Istanbul. Oh, God, what's happening? Think! I'm Henry the Eighth, I am, I am, I'm Henry the Eighth I am...
"I can't, Henry. I can't do it anymore!" James was crying. He couldn't wipe the tears away because his hands were tied, but he didn't notice or even care.
"Sing with me! Sing it out loud, then! I'm a Yankee doodle dandy! Yankee doodle do or die! Sing it for God's sake, dammit! James! Sing it!" Henry was tied, too, but he was trying to stretch his shoulders enough to at least get his hands in front. "A real, live nephew of my Uncle Sam! Born on the fourth of July!"
James shook his head side to side and tried to mouth the words, but he wasn't concentrating enough. "Henry, I..." Henry fell to his back as his bound hands popped around his buttocks, which was lucky because most of James' skull shot over him when it exploded.
"Yankee doodle went to London just to ride the ponies. I am a Yankee doodle boy! Goddammit, James. I'm a Yankee doodle dandy..." Henry kept singing as he worked at the knots with his teeth.
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