I had just joined the server, but Miley clearly had a truce with 04 and left his poor unhorsed comrades to chase 04. The stage was set for manly single combat between two horse archers but Miley, a known communist sympathizer, instead opted to cavort around and admire the scenery. When Muki, the patron saint of justice and a very passable post-op transexual, instructed her to cease her pacifistic tomfoolery, Miley defiantly threw down her bow and clubbed her faithful God-fearing American pony. It seemed to my humble eyeballs that Miley planned to ruthfully accost the enhorsed 04 with a club, substituting genuine wholesome murderous intent with feigned patriotism and halfhearted pussyfooting, like a man who joins the National Guard to dodge the draft. Luckily, our very vigiliant vaginoplastied Muki saw through this devious neocommunist ruse and sentenced Miley to an entire hour of c-RPG rehab, after which Miley will have no doubt learned her lesson. However, were it I who had taken administrative initiative, I would have sentenced Miley to only 59 minutes and then elected her as President of these United States of America.
For that extra minute, Muki, I name thee badmin.