Boom.
Hold your station!
Click clack.
Fire, men! Fire!
Boom, zip.
Ther's a close 'un, Fredie. Get low.
I know, Zeke. I know.
Swoosh, thu-thu-thu-thud.
Where's yer godam helmet, Zeke! Together now, FIRE!
Click clack.
Aft'r this mess, we'll get ourselves some damn pretty ladies, eh bud?
If we manage to survive, you mean.
Swoosh, thu-thud-TWACK.
Zeke, gun up! Zeke!
Gurgle gargle.
Zeke! Wake up, man.
Tell cough them ladies gasp cough and tell America gasp sputter
I will, Zeke. I'll tell them all.















Comments
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Death is the only constant.
With the typography, I was attempting to use different fonts as well, but I couldnt get them to work on here. But I think it still worked out alright without them.
Thanks again!
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