I've purchased 120 industrial envelopes, a tub of anthrax, and arranged the mass-suicide bombing. Is that really a statement that you want Google to index in this day and age?  ... JUSTICE SHALL BE SERVED! I'm not resting until we get at least a cover slip with a shirtless De Niro floating in space with the severed head of a wild boar fashioned into a puppet in one hand, and a clad-iron glove fit on the other. And it's going to be 3D.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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