A vulture boards an airplane, carrying two dead raccoons. The stewardess looks at him and says, "I'm sorry, sir, only one carrion allowed per passenger."
They do get washed.... it's not like I'm a sabre fencer!
Here we see both the epee fencer's reflexive reliance upon counterattacks rather than ideas of their own and their tendency toward self-delusion. Not only have they decided that the best way to rehabilitate the epee reputation for odoriferous garb is to counterattack by shifting it to sabre fencers, they appear to believe that the tactic can actually work! When anyone who walks by members of the respective groups can tell with a single incautious inhalation where the problem really lies.
A reputation of decades-old standing is not to be shed by such a transparent device. Try again.
Use the Shift key, people! Keyboard manufacturers everywhere are ineffably saddened when you ignore what they made just for you!