But it's not an "*all* Rangers are the ghey" joke, just a "*these* Rangers are teh ghey" joke.

But you really need to read about the exploding lasagna as part of the backstory.
Now, the almost-victims of the IEP (Improvised Explosive Pasta) are definitely *not* ghey.
And they'd fit right in at The Castle -- they like shooting other people's ammo...

Now, if there were, say, a *challenge* to a Bottle 'n' Rat Shoot -- id est, plinking at both stationary and moving targets -- with the proceeds to go to a worthy cause, which group would *you* be backing?
Uhhhhh, that was a rhetorical question, Annabelle.
However, there will be more snarkage to follow.
And more backstory.
And more snarkage.
And no more exploding lasagna.
Maybe.



Such happy memories... *sigh*.... this almost makes me want to whip up another batch of lasagna. We'll be ready for 'em, this time.
As for those Rangers: I'm beginning to wonder. Is this a fair fight?
Define *fair fight* and their contextual relationship in the question, please.
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Should I offer them some of that lasagna?
As the resident Mad Scientist, I would like to conduct a series of experiments. Perhaps Rangers are irresistibly attracted to lasagna. We could set some deadfall traps, baited with lasagna, and study the number and distribution of the different fauna caught this way. We could also investigate whether they are prone to attacking other pasta dishes, perhaps gnocchi? The whole field of Ranger/pasta interaction is completely unstudied. I will apply for a grant at once!
Bill is my kinda guy. To me a fair fight is one I win hands down. Without breathing hard.
Meanwhile, I have learned a disturbing bit of intel. The Rangers last were seen tinkering with minibombs inside cans of Alphabet Spaghettios. If they go off, they could spell disaster.
"Spell disaster?" Really?
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Properly, hell! If I find myself in a fair fight it's because the guy miraculously lived through gun shot and knife wounds and I didn't see the 2x4 first.
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What joke? One of the female Ranger bomb techs accidentally backed up against one of these Spaghettio bombs. And... yep. Dis-asster.
Dis-asster???
Susan, you crack me up.
She got behind in her meal prep.
Cheers
"You guys oughta be writing for Leno..."
But you know, this is serious stuff... the techs were going to guzzle the (ahem) Mogas, but even *they* realized how fuelish that would be...
[okay, i'll stop now...]