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Remix on a common theme
(A wink to us fanbois) Marine in close quarters combat on the truth and reconciliation. he's only carrying a shotgun when he comes to a long corridor. the elite standing gaurd at the end of the hall is carrying a plasma rifle. the marine, hopelessly outranged, shrugs and tries to get him anyway. all hope seems lost until the Elite staggers and falls, as a shotgun report echoes through the corridors. the marine looks at his gun in confusion, as it doesn't look like he shot him. Sergeant Johnson crawls out of the ventilation panel conveniently located at chest height. "If you're gonna play this kinda game son, make sure you're host!". The marine, thanking his lucky stars that the writers named him, responds "Sir, yes sir!"
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(Cipher on 06-05-06 05:51 UTC, permalink)
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