Lieutenant Stafford rubbed his brow with his nicotine fingers. Beads of sweat visibily dripping from his brow, now furrowed from the thick yarn he felt was being shoveled to him on his third consecutive shift. He let out an evidently labored sigh as he continued his seemingly futile line of questioning.
“Look, kid, you now have received four times
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This so reminds of Lard Ass Hogan's Revenge. Good one!
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I now have imaged burnt onto the back of my brain xD
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