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Heheheheh... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
You all laughed, didn't you? None of you dirtbags thought it'd pay off! Well, who's laughing now, baby? That's right! Me! Hence the laughing! All my years of unlicensed practice against the patients' will has come to sweet, sweet fruition! Us mad scientists are running the show now! Hahahahaha!
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What the hell--where's Hell? What are we doing on Sidewinder, goddammit? It's givin' me flashbacks ( Read more... ) -
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What in Sam Hill-- who turned the Warthog on?
*runs out and slams the dashboard*
Why won't the radio shut off? The engine's not even running!
Oh, right. I guess it's in the spirit of the holiday.
*eats a taco*
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This sucks, dood.
Oh, what are you complaining about? I'm the one doing all the work! And I'll have you know I enjoy it.
Oh, yeah, dood, that's some subtle character exposition. Couldn't you just kiss Sarge's ass while he's on-screen?
Yeah, except this entry is about us bickering without Sarge around, dumbass.
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Well, glad we got a new base... it provides an impeccable vantage point from which to wage war against the Overlord ( Read more... ) -
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*in a foxhole hiding from the prinnies' arrows*
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Huh... It's incredibly odd, but for some reason I suddenly feel happier than I've been since I got here! Like all is right in the world... -
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Day... uh... I forget, hour... one o'clock.
It appears that my campaign agains the Hell branch of the Blue Team is becoming a war of attrition. I'm running out of ammo, and most of the big ones aren't bleeding when I shoot them. My patent-pending Sarge's Living Grenades are useless, too.
Red Command! Come in, Red Command! I need backup! I need ( Read more... ) -
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Goddammit! Warthog's outta fuel. Anybody know where I can buy a can of gas?
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YEEEEEEEHAW! Thank God Command transferred my supplies to Hell. I knew I didn't want to take on demonic Blues without the ol' Warthog!
Let's go, dirtbags! WHOO!
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Just what in Sam Hill--this isn't the base! There's too much lava and hellfire.
...If I didn't know any better, I'd say this is Hell. And I don't know any better! Goddammit! Damn Blues musta got me! Why? Oh, why me and not Grif ( Read more... )