
11-03-2002, 12:00 AM
*thinking / talking to himself*
I look around at these bushes... and man, enemy soldiers could come out
and shoot at us, killing most of the people in the squad out of surprise. Oh
I don't want it to happen, I love these fellas, I would die for them. Blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah ......
You get the point.
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