Brit vet

Baby soft, bare footed Britney jumping rope through the house Scotch mini dress on

a hot summer day. Watermelon bubblegum caught the war veteran on the park

bench completely off guard. He immediately stood up, reaching for his concealed

Magnum. Took a little while for him to calm down after realising this is a false and

they bounced away, offering advice for him to get his head checked. At this he got

wound up again, almost as if she said the trigger series of words in a sentence that

activated the sleeper assassin. Droplets of sweat quickly formed on his neck as he

pulled out fat invisible pistols to hover behind the bus stop and clench tight to the

handle did a field cheque around from east to west. By now Brittany was all already

gone and he began speaking to himself, whispering into his collar, scaring off the

normal civilian people. He counts the possible collateral damage of friendly casualties

before announcing that his orders are to hold and to relieve. Like an obedience baby

saw barefooted Britney jumping rolled through the hot skies. Mini dress on a hot

summer day. Watermelon and bubble gumdeh they're by and leave. They keep

crawling until their AEI chips are damaged. Despite their steel armour, cranial

piercings are perfectly planted. Another location torched. Moving on as quietly as

they arrive. Casualties remain uncounted, though not all of them survive.