Your passive-aggressive schtick gets more amusing the longer you skulk around. My hope is that one day your balls will drop and you'll be able to actually stand your ground and argue your beliefs like a man.

Until such time you remain a useless twat who isn't fit to shine the boots of the fallen.

RIP Trooper.

George


�Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn't even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.�