Like in the movie: Avatar.
Or, like in the movie: Predator
Realizing the creature does not target unarmed prey because there is "no sport", Dutch sends Anna to the helicopter unarmed. The creature pursues him through a river, causing its cloaking device to malfunction. Though the creature is only a few feet from Dutch, he does not see him and moves on. Dutch realizes that mud covering his body is masking his heat signature from the creature's thermal sensor.
Be a Tunnel rat.
Be an Ethical Hacker.
Be a Counter-Terrorist Professional.
Be a BlackCat.
Be a Navy SEALs.
Be a SAS.
Be a GSG9.
Be a Special Forces Chap.
Be a Barnstormer.
Ad Y
Be a Mongoose.
Be a Snake Charmer.
Be a King Cobra.
Be The Whirling Dervish.
Be A Shaman.
Ad infinitum
Smoke 'em out. Fox 'em out of their AFVs i.e. not only out of their combat vehicles but their cloaks of deceit et cetra. You're The Crocodile Hunter. Crocs eh? Of course -- they'd never get you; but my question is: are you wary of Stingrays eh? Be a Chanakya. Be a Sun Tzu. Be a Niccolò Machiavelli.
Be eclectical. That's a soldier beyond borders. That's a Holy Warrior. Our languages are different but our manifestoes?
Bayonet Charge. War cry. Battle-hardened. Rugged faces. So do we really real need sun screen they nowadays call camoflouge face paint eh?
Bleeding -- greased hands. Not manicured pedicured finger art.
The art of war. Know your enemy. Oh those, We call 'em Dear Enemy. I'm Daddy-Long-Legs. Rememeber eh? Er-drat-ahem--I fight soldiers, you see.
SRS? No acrronym for Special Forces. Nope. It's:
Sex reassignment surgery (also known as gender reassignment surgery, genital reconstruction surgery, gender confirmation surgery or sex realignment surgery)
Oh did that cost you a whale of bucks eh?
Blackbucks? Nope. Oh.
Oh my God. Nope. Nope. This is not harpoon. Tooth pick. Yep. Teeting trouble. My pet. ya, then what?
Wildboar hunting? Me? Nope. Nope. It's illegal. Not even porcupine. Ya, then what?
Plasma gun? Nope. Nope. Chewing gum. Yummy. No No Not Egyptian Mummy. Not going to the movies now. It's Zippo. Ciggy lighter. Storm proof. Poof. See.
Wanna smoke? No nuke. Honest. Try. Try.
Kaboom. No Not Sonic Boom. My MP3. No Not not even .303 -- Legacy.
and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual,
but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
Stay right there. No Not FBI Freeze. I'll be right back. Mentor calling . . . .
Or, like in the movie: Predator
Realizing the creature does not target unarmed prey because there is "no sport", Dutch sends Anna to the helicopter unarmed. The creature pursues him through a river, causing its cloaking device to malfunction. Though the creature is only a few feet from Dutch, he does not see him and moves on. Dutch realizes that mud covering his body is masking his heat signature from the creature's thermal sensor.
Be a Tunnel rat.
Be an Ethical Hacker.
Be a Counter-Terrorist Professional.
Be a BlackCat.
Be a Navy SEALs.
Be a SAS.
Be a GSG9.
Be a Special Forces Chap.
Be a Barnstormer.
Ad Y
Be a Mongoose.
Be a Snake Charmer.
Be a King Cobra.
Be The Whirling Dervish.
Be A Shaman.
Ad infinitum
Smoke 'em out. Fox 'em out of their AFVs i.e. not only out of their combat vehicles but their cloaks of deceit et cetra. You're The Crocodile Hunter. Crocs eh? Of course -- they'd never get you; but my question is: are you wary of Stingrays eh? Be a Chanakya. Be a Sun Tzu. Be a Niccolò Machiavelli.
Be eclectical. That's a soldier beyond borders. That's a Holy Warrior. Our languages are different but our manifestoes?
Bayonet Charge. War cry. Battle-hardened. Rugged faces. So do we really real need sun screen they nowadays call camoflouge face paint eh?
Bleeding -- greased hands. Not manicured pedicured finger art.
The art of war. Know your enemy. Oh those, We call 'em Dear Enemy. I'm Daddy-Long-Legs. Rememeber eh? Er-drat-ahem--I fight soldiers, you see.
SRS? No acrronym for Special Forces. Nope. It's:
Sex reassignment surgery (also known as gender reassignment surgery, genital reconstruction surgery, gender confirmation surgery or sex realignment surgery)
Oh did that cost you a whale of bucks eh?
Blackbucks? Nope. Oh.
Oh my God. Nope. Nope. This is not harpoon. Tooth pick. Yep. Teeting trouble. My pet. ya, then what?
Wildboar hunting? Me? Nope. Nope. It's illegal. Not even porcupine. Ya, then what?
Plasma gun? Nope. Nope. Chewing gum. Yummy. No No Not Egyptian Mummy. Not going to the movies now. It's Zippo. Ciggy lighter. Storm proof. Poof. See.
Wanna smoke? No nuke. Honest. Try. Try.
Kaboom. No Not Sonic Boom. My MP3. No Not not even .303 -- Legacy.
and this is my manifesto. You may stop this individual,
but you can't stop us all... after all, we're all alike.
Stay right there. No Not FBI Freeze. I'll be right back. Mentor calling . . . .
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