Very short version.
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"Sir! The enemy are moving their artillery up to the second parallel - and they're bringing up... what are those?"
"Those, Lieutenant, are... track-mounted, nuclear-powered, cyclonic, combat vacuum cleaners. Damn their infernal cunning!"
"So... you're saying today's going to suck, then,sir?"
"That is indeed exactly what I'm saying, Lieutenant. Tell the men to keep their heads down, take off their greatcoats, and put sandbags on top of everything."
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Luckily, hair metal makes everything better. ♥
Rath
Edit: And oh dear gods I love the eighties.
"Sir! The enemy are moving their artillery up to the second parallel - and they're bringing up... what are those?"
"Those, Lieutenant, are... track-mounted, nuclear-powered, cyclonic, combat vacuum cleaners. Damn their infernal cunning!"
"So... you're saying today's going to suck, then,sir?"
"That is indeed exactly what I'm saying, Lieutenant. Tell the men to keep their heads down, take off their greatcoats, and put sandbags on top of everything."
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Luckily, hair metal makes everything better. ♥
Rath
Edit: And oh dear gods I love the eighties.