ORIGINAL: princep01
The sharks feed well this day. To them, it is manna falling from the sky. They must be getting quite large by now.
Reek, nice job interdicting the troop withdrawal. You lose one very old CA and one old CL.....stop wailing.
Hummmmm, Bolton looks at a map while Reek cowers in a corner. Bolton turns slowly and grimaces. Reek, what do you say we have a bit more fun say in about a week. Reek moans and wails, No Thank you, Master. Bolton smiles even larger. Why not program those paras of yours for a drop at Gasmata or some other empty IJ base and really scare the bejabbers out of the LYBs? It would take him awhile to mount any kind of reaction to Gasmata and you could pull in reinforcements/supply via air from PM and Tulagi. If this rush to abandon Thousand Ships was percipitated by the PM attack, just think of what would happen if you landed even deeper in his rear. I dare say Preparation H would not be sufficient to stem the burn. You might win the Solomons in their entirity without further adieu. Hummmm. Bolton, turns away from Reek to allow him time to think about this dastardly plan.
My Lord,
i thought about you this evening...i was peeling an "avogado" in order to make my typical "single dinner"...wurstels, beer, moutarde, avogados and salad... i was peeling that little green bastard and i cut one of my finger with the knife...
...after the usual pagan curses, i sucked the blood out of my finger and immediately after that it occured to me the whole joke "Bolton-Reek" (CR: in the books this guy, Bolton, peels the fingers and thoes of Reek-GreyJoy untill they hurt so much that the poor bastard beg him to cut them out completely!)....and i smiled by myself, in the kitchen, alone, with a bleeding finger and a blood-dirty-avogado....not exactly the idea of a man in a good menthal status [:D]
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