Harvard Lampoon

"It was the next morning that the armies of Twodor marched east laden with long lances, sharp swords, and death-dealing hangovers. The thousands were led by Arrowroot, who sat limply in his sidesaddle, nursing a whopper. Goodgulf, Gimlet, and the rest rode by him, praying for their fate to be quick, painless, and if possible, someone else's."

"And Goodgulf held in his right hand a trusty weapon, called by the Elves a Browning nine millimeter."