MAIN EVENT VI! Red Devil vs. [hirr]Leto

[Der Kuenstler]

A little desert Radio chatter and report from Leto after the past minute's events:

RANDY: ...nothing like a little luck to keep things interesting... can't believe i bounced a round off your turret at 250 meters tho :(
curse those Audrey the armorer girls back home and their puny plastic coated shells....this turn was pretty good :)

PETE: My old grampy (who lost his butthole in the war, but taught me how to make fart noises with his colostomy bag) used to tell me that even a blind squirrel finds an acorn every now and then…: )

But you are right: not a bad turn for you. It appears that your British bulldogs are going to be a bit more tenacious at the small flag… you can’t ask for more than that, especially when they are going to Goering’s Haus of Forbidden Love instead of a POW camp once captured. If I had a choice between having my toe nails painted and forced into performing a Wild Bill* dance for herr Herman, and a Mauser bullet in the head, I would choose death too. Herr Goering always reminds me of a perverted Jabba the Hut:

Goering the Hut: “DOO DOO EEE A WOOM A BOOM BOOM RANDY? HEH… HEH… HEH… HOO… HOO… HOO…”

(you may picture yourself in a space bikini in the role of a chained up Carrie Fischer if you’d like)

Little Swastika’d up Fraggle Muppet: “YEEEH! HEE HEE HEE HEE HEE!”

BTW, your strategy to lull me into a false sense of security, if that is indeed your strategy, appears to be working. I almost missed the “fir King and Country” charge of your Tommy madmen on the high plains. You are sick and twisted commander, I will give you that. Drinking tea through bullet ridden desert gear is going to be extremely challenging for these blokes.

Cheers!

*see movie “Silence of the Lambs” for obscure reference.