“Mine. Chains. His. Airwinger. Flyboy. Mine. Mine, star and of course BlackJack.”
NON-RATE BLACK RL LCPL SEA TATOO
“Wanted. Fourth Regiment. Do you have whatever it takes to hang with Turbo?”
Buckle up, shoulder mounted belay! Man-portable!
Locked on, with the bank bag safe, my personal cat inside, with me at the Helm.
I was Palerider.
Negative, Palerider in lieu of Brass.
“Crusader, scrolls inbound. For the great library.”
“Palerider, this is slapnuts. Yours. I ain’t no teufelhunden, swinehund. You dig! I need books. No scrolls!”
“Sugar, do you have books for shelves! Matches, sugar.”
We were me and Former Navy SEAL.
“You want a Kermit Tattoo, Julio!”
“I am the Punisher. I am going to draw Benjamin Smith in time and space. Displace that Yamamoto for a hand cannon and disassemble that pig.”
It is how these apes wanted to go disembowled by swine. Consumed, by our weighty kill death to wait ratio in a hot LZ.