« Dans la vie, j’avais deux ennemis : le vocabulaire et les épinards. Maintenant j’ai la botte secrète et je bouffe plus d’épinards. Merci, de rien, au revoir messieurs-dames. »
— Perceval, Kaamelott
Hey guys, French Troper here, mainly working on the French section of the website, but also fixing wrong namespaces, incorrect emphasis, and adding the occasional example on trope pages. Can't live without my delicious food and beers (even though it looks like I can, been drinking tea, ciders and ales in England for a while...).
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