Quotes, she cried, always those blasted Quotes. We don't need no Quotes.
Our Lady Joan Mastodon could be quite direct in her missives when the moment was right. We loved her for it. A quiet murmur of approval spread through the camp.
The lights of thousands of phones shone in the dark as her knights tooted jestpost after jestpost, warding off the swarm of invading Quotes. We knew that Quotes will evaporate when faced with laughter.
Sir Alfred, never a man of many words, stood up and started playing the Tooters' Song on his bagpipe. We all joined in, singing the half-forgotten song as well as we could. Our Lady Joan smiled. My knights are fine fighters, she said, straight tooting will prevail.
The jestposting continued all through the night.