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Sir Ian Edward Greenham
Offline MadShark581
02-02-2008, 02:52 AM,
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Black Squadron I:

Surrender, Nomad! yelled Admiral DBoy over the comm.
WHAT THE **** IS A NOMAD?! yelled Fisher, just as loud.
Silence.
Im a Nomad. Whispered Demonray in Fishers head.
Yeah, you shut up Ziggy, or Ill smoke you out. I got connections.
Whats whats going on said Hell jumper. If only Fisher could see the look on the Order fleets faces.
Nomad, surrender or Ill open fire. Yelled DBoy.
Listen, Im bloody telling you, this slimy blue wanker just told me to haul ass down to ****ing Omicron ****ing 100 just so it would shut its god damned mouth! And who the **** is Ian Greenham?! Listen, If youd kindly let me step on board Ill stick a finger down me throat and up-chuck this son of a **** onto the floor at your ****ing feet!
Youre either an idiot, not infected, or infected with a clearly intelligent Nomad. Now, what does the Nomad want? Asked DBoy.
**** if I know! I dont give two rats asses about it. Ya know what?! Anybody got cyanide or some whiskey? Cause Ill drown this ****ing cunt!
Wow man. Watch youre language. Does somebody need to take a chill pill? said Sius Malacos with the sincerity and condescension of a pre-school teacher. Hey, DBoy, I think this guys pretty angry. Maybe we should take planet side for a drink and interrogate him. Or rather, friendly questioning instead of interrogation.
Hey, man Are you ****in retarded? What, youre head weigh 16 lbs cause youre a ****in water head? Huh? You Johnny the retard? You know the song right? Johnny the retard was a great big water head, he was 53 and he said to me I like tater tots! **** you!
Calm down and come planet side with us. We just want to examine you and well make it worth your while. Said DBoy. Follow Malacos to our research facility. Hell lead you to the base where well meet you.
Sounds good, now which one of you is Malacos?
I am! said Sius cheerfully. Formation buddies!
Again **** me said Fisher under his breath.
What is ****? asked Demonray?
Hey! Shut up Ziggy. With that, Fisher followed Malacos to the planet Toledo to meet with Black squadron.
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Sir Ian Edward Greenham - by MadShark581 - 02-01-2008, 06:42 PM
Sir Ian Edward Greenham - by MadShark581 - 02-01-2008, 06:53 PM
Sir Ian Edward Greenham - by MadShark581 - 02-02-2008, 02:52 AM

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