Ninth Rocket Jump

[unlessitsafarm]

JUST WHAT IN THE SAM HILL IS GOING ON NOW?

Someone make me a rib sandwich! I cannot rage on an empty stomach!

Let me tell you a story, Mayfield. A story about MY father! My father was a man who was a righteous pillar of masculine identity! He was strong! Disciplined! Gentle to the women! Firm with the women when they yammered on too long about needing an electric oven! And he taught me a VERY important lesson!

You wanna know what that lesson is, Mayfield?

Spare the rod, spoil the child. Do I LOOK spoiled to you? I most certainly do NOT you pack of worthless mongrels! MAYBE A LITTLE DISCIPLINE SHOULD BE INSERTED INTO WHERE YOUR SPINES SHOULD BE SO YOU DON'T LOSE YOUR GODDAMNED MINDS EVERY TIME SOMETHING HAPPENS IN THIS SHITHOLE LIE OF A TOWN!

AND WHERE THE HELL IS MY RIB SANDWICH!

[[ Be sure to check here and help me make sure I didn't forget anyone, orz ]]

Comments

[thenorthernwall]

A few weeks ago, really.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

WHY DIDN'T ANYONE INFORM ME OF THIS?

[thenorthernwall]

I've never even met you.

If you want in, talk to Prussia.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

I've only got one question.

RED or BLU.

[thenorthernwall]

[She laughs.] I hold no allegiance to either of you.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Then why don't you tell me, ma'am, how exactly I am supposed to trust you?

[thenorthernwall]

[This guy is a di--wait.]

You're Soldier, correct?

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

THE Soldier.

[thenorthernwall]

The Soldier, then.

Ask your resident pyromaniac who Major general Armstrong is, and whether or not she can be trusted. If you don't trust me on my words alone, that is.

I have over fifteen years of experience with heavy artillery research and use, though.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

That so, huh? I guess I'll ask him.