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Originally Posted by fbodfather
"......ath him!!! ath him!!!!......
..ee fried thew weffcue me --
...........ut he hit a twee thtump wiff hith THee Oh Thickth!!!
.........and he thottalled ith!!!! --
.........an then Thunt gwabbed me and thtuck a thock ihm my mouff!!! ........"
*sound of club hitting skull*
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Uh, oh...We need to get another rescue operation initiated...but this time we'll need to use a Camaro (obviously those Corvettes just aren't doing the job....)
Scott,
where's the weasel now? We need to debrief him, that thong is disturbing.......and obviously get some information on your whereabouts, too. Then we can take out an IVER, and mount another rescue mission.