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See, here's the thing, Georgie. You wanted so bad to go play shoot-em-up with live GI Joe dolls over the Eye-rak. Well ya got that done. But yassee, them Eye-rakis, well, they turned out to be tuffer'n ya thought they'd be. Hell, Georgie, they're kickin' our ass in a manner of speakin'. Oh sure, we can nuke 'em an' all, but geeze. Our guys can't even leave the nest without gettin' all shot at an' stuff.
Anyway ..... that's there.
I'm worried about the other place, Georgie. Them Eye-rainyuns. They gotta nutter in charge over there. An' ya know what he's gunna do ... like next week? He's gunna give ya the bird. Gunna flip ya off. Da finger. Know what I mean? See, he ain't gunna stop with that nukuleararereer, whatever, shit. Not for you, anyway. Why just today, he said that even if that UN guy, Mr Coffee? Whatever. Even if that UN guy goes over there personally an' all, the Eye-rainyuns just ain't gonna stop playin' with that hot-assed plutoluminum or whatever stuff.
He's pokin ya' right in the ol' eyeball with a stick there, Georgie.
So what're we gunna do? I mean, we got no army guys left. Nobody who wantsta help us out cuz we pissed 'em all off over that french fries shit.
Nah, Georgie ..... we maybe come as far as we can, buddy boy. It's all over but the shoutin's what I think.
Yep .... they got the oil. They're gunna get more when you finally pull the guys outta Eye-rak, which we all know ya gotta do cuz there ain't none left what wanna go over there six or eight times. Then all ya got left, Georgie-boy, is that limp dick yer holdin'.
Man .... you SUUUUURE fucked up this time, Georgie-boy. You sure fucked up bad.
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