Know this too, Wulf-man... our intramural sports teams, even if comprised of broken down myrmidons shell-shocked from IEDs, would rend your intramural sports teams limb from limb, with our inherent violence reducing your participants to gibbering droolers cringing on the pitch.
Well, except for the hockey teams. Then you'd just use us for ice brooms.
We know who you are. The Black Helos are warming up at Sherman (*) even as these pixels glower evilly on your screen, heavy with bale promise.
I, John of Argghhh!, who lives in the shadow of the American Research-Government Hegemony (*))and who until two months ago worked in the building next to the CARL (*), typed this.
Confused? Well then, read this piece at Dust My Broom, whence we are sent by CAPT H, a Maple Swiller, if perhaps not a milquetoast.
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