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that you fuck me.
Oh, damn, Roback.
Where'd you learn how to handle pussy like that?
I have two sisters.
I ask a lot of questions.
One of these days,
I'm gonna get you off while I'm still inside you.
Has to do with the tilt of my uterus or something.
Many men have died on that hill.
I'm not giving up.
Oh, shit. Something's wrong.
I got less than 2,000 likes
and it's been up almost three whole days.
Well, you're holding it upside down.
Yeah, you make that AT4 look like a sewage pipe.
What's an insurgent terrorist supposed to do with that,
renovate his bathroom?
Look, I don't get paid unless I reach 5,000 likes.
I'm sure there are enough horny plumbers out there
for you to achieve your goal.
When are we gonna do this again?
All depends on when I can get my hands on the key again.
You have magic fingers.
You would've made a great lesbian.
I'll take that as a compliment.
Sure it was meant to be.
Good luck in the fight with Sasquatch.
Sounds like you don't think I can beat him.
Luckily for you, doesn't matter what I think.
Why can't we have movie night like every other base?
Now's not the time for second thoughts, my man.
We stand to make a lot of cash here.
Yeah, gotta remember that part.
Look, all you have to do
is survive at least three rounds with this gorilla.
You couldn't get odds on just two rounds?
I could, but when I went up to three,
the betting pool tripled.
Bad enough we gotta share the base with these rent-a-grunts.
Now is your chance to get in there,
- and mess that motherfucker up. - Okay.
Now, I don't want to see any kicking,
elbowing, hitting below the belt.
So make bloody sure I'm not looking when you do it.
Get to it, mates!
Give it to you, Roback, you got a lot of guts
representing your tribe against me.
Yeah, well, everyone else is too scared to fight you.
I'm never gonna see odds like this again.
Keep going, bro. You got it.
Keep your goddamn hands up! Shit!
Knock his ass out. Come on, man.
Damn it, block!
Come on, man. Get over here, Roback.
There you go. All right.
Drink that. Right there.
Son of a bitch ain't got a scratch on him.
He's hurting on the inside.
You better start hurting him on the outside.
- Easier said than done, amigo. - Okay, forget that.
You just survive this next round without any brain injury,
and we're in for some serious cash.
- I'm calling it! - What?
The winner by way of a technical knockout,
and still champion of the farm,
Thank God that's over.
That's us! RPG attack.
You and I are, financially speaking,
dead men walking.
Say again. You're still coming in broken.
We got your coordinates. You sit tight.
We're coming to get you.
Dustoff 3-1 inbound. ETA is five mikes.
We got a lonely friendly in critical condition.
How's the LZ looking?
9-line came in broken.
That's all we know about it so far.
It's usually a friendly neighborhood,
but you know the deal. Stay sharp.
Give me one of those.
Those are for wounded that are smart enough
not to get their ass whooped.
Got movement at my one o'clock.
- Isn't that-- - Buckley, yeah.
The kid with the Avengers logo tattooed on his back.
Let's make sure he lives long enough to regret it.
What the hell is he doing out here by himself?
Son of a bitch was running a side hustle.
Damn! Probably 20 grand worth of rugs in that truck.
- How you doing, kid? - Are my rugs okay?
Slightly more worried about you, Buckley.
Almost there. Almost there.
Okay, he's ready.
Roll him over! Three, two, one, lift!
- You got him? - Yeah.
Where you going?
Load him onto the bird. I got another one.
Get the litter!
Can you hear me?
Please. Do not leave me here.
You speak English?
And French and German and--
Okay, okay. No need to brag.
In your mouth.
Sit back, relax, enjoy the hillbilly high, okay?
No, no, that's okay. He speaks English.
And French and German.
Better watch your back. He'll take your job.
Now, I'm gonna roll you on your side.
TV Series | 68 Whiskey | Contents page