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This time it was to bomb the epicenter of modern architecture. We took positions below the Space
Needle and began our attack. Concrete, metal, it didn't matter, it was grinded, slid, and carved
like a turkey on Thanksgiving. Since all of our missions had been successful, we were ordered by the
man whose name is "the reason the president is dead" to go help fellow comrades fight in NEWBERG. We
had done our time there and were ready to hit it again with full force. This battle was short and
sweet, M-16 in one hand, horses under our feet, and we fought like 12th-century knights slaying nuns.
After the battle, the commander in chief decided it was necessary to split this medal-winning team. General Goat and Commando Lou were ordered to head south again to the land of Man Bear. Rest assured, they were both well qualified and prepared to fight this battle. The rest of us were shuttled back to the adult playland to spend our money looking at naked women and drinking this thing they call alcohol while we waited to be shipped back to home base. |
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