TA: okay were not dead yet at lea2t.

CG: FUCKING SWEET.

TA: oh come on you have two admiit that was a mega ru2h!

TA: plu2 you looked pretty choiice fiightiing that thiing.

CG: GET REAL CAPTOR.  WE'RE STILL STUCK OUT HERE WITHOUT THE

FUCKING SICKLE AND WITHOUT A FUCKING CLUE.

CG: MY GOD IF CLUES WERE A THING THEN WE'D HAVE SO FEW OF THEM

IT WOULD BE LIKE A SHORTAGE OF WATER IN SOME AFRICAN TRIBE

WHERE THE WOMEN'S BOOBS HANG DOWN TO THEIR KNEES AND THE MEN

WALK AROUND WITH BONES THROUGH THEIR FUCKING NOSES.

CG: OR WORSE.

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