Precisely. I envision a three-pronged assault… so to speak.
I should mention that I’ve been mingling the blood of straight women and anthropomorphic cat-beings. Tortured and mutilated, and now… perfected. Against the power of my bisexual cat-girl armies there can be no victory. Plus I intend to record the whole thing on palantir. It would be wise to join with me, my friend…
Never discount the power of tuna.
Gobbel gobbel gobble! Gobbel gobbel, gobbel GOBBEL!
Turkey
::standing in stirrups::
“Texans always move them!” – Robert E. Lee, Battle of the Wilderness
The time of tuna is over! They are leaving these shores, abandoning this land to its fate. Every day more tuna pass into the West, until at last their chunk light glimmers and is lost, and they behold a fair green hill under a swift sunrise. The power of tuna is fading; you did not seriously think that they could contend with my bisexual cat-girls? There are none who can. My control is absolute: I have a private store of Old Tabby, the finest catnip in the Southfarthing.
Did you have a question to ask, or do you want to make a speech?
reminds me of:
"The last thing he said to me, doc, he said, “Sometime when the crew is up against it, the breaks are beating the boys, tell them to get out there and give it all they got and win just one for the Zipper. I don’t know where I’ll be then doc, he said, but I won’t smell too good, that’s for sure.”
Dr. Rumack
Slight nit pick here,they know that their lives cant be taken because the WFM all believe that they are already dead.
A little off topic but had to post it .
After the surrender of the Argentinian army in the Falklands war a Falkland Island woman shouted out to some Brit. Paras trudging by in Port Stanley " Thank all of you from the bottom of our hearts for everything youve done for us ,we owe you our freedom !"
The incredulous reply from the Para was"We didnt do it for you ,we d have done it if you were F*****g Chinese ! Its our job!"
Well, I stand corrected: obviously this plucky soldier had been rallied to action by the **Paul in Saudi ** school of Inspirational Speech. “My CO told me never to make it personal, ma’am… we are honor-bound not to think about what we do. I may still have to kill you; we never know about these things.”
I know I can’t put myself in the head of a bone-tired, unbathed, hungry, put-upon and maybe even shell-shocked Para, but jeez, what a jerk!
That’s not true. Everybody knows what you actually get is 72 raisins 