Split Decision

“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!

Eavesdropper.

Unmanned Nordberg.

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!”

“Fortunate Son.”

“Sugar, do you have books for shelves! Matches, sugar.”

I did.

We were me and Former Navy SEAL.

“You want a Kermit Tattoo, Julio!”

SEAL.

“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.

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