Caption: GTSI LieutenantGeneralMobius' Signature -
Terronia Mafia Town
Southern Italy(sorry Mobius, I couldn't resist, no offense
)Squad Leader: Godfather, this is hitmen party Bravo Two. Entering gargantuan superstation.Godfather: Roger, Bravo Two. Keep the chatter to a minimum. He already killed 700 newbies.
The hitmen enters the superstation.Godfather: Bravo Two, your signal's getting weak.Squad Leader: That's what happens when you use radios made by FIAT.
The point soldier (Zombie) steps ahead and looks around.Zombie: No sign of anything.Squad Leader: Squad Two, go.
The squad jumps ahead.Flex: Probably he killed all the other newbies, anyway.Squad Leader: Cut the chatter, damn it you f**king moron!
The squad descends several dozen feet down to a wide hallway. Faint noises come from ahead.Spice: Hear that?Zombie: Contact, thirty meters ahead.Godfather: Report, Bravo Two?Squad Leader: Form up, everyone.
The squad moves into formation and readies their sawn-off shotguns.Squad Leader: Visual?Zombie: Negative. I don't --
The hitman is interrupted by more noises ahead. Several orcs appear.Zombie: Whoa.Spice: What the hell is that?Flex: Oh my God!Squad Leader: Open fire!
Tons of spam come out of the team's shotguns. The point orc is slowed down but keeps going.Zombie: Die, you *******************************************!
The point orc finally goes down, but the other orcs just jump over it. Several hitmen are killed.Squad Leader: Fall back!
The hitmen start falling on the floor because they don't understand English very well: the orcs quickly dispatch all but one hitman.Godfather: Bravo Two, what's going on? Respond or I'll cut your throat, kill your family and burn your house!
The orc picks a poisoned pizza from his rucksack.Spice: Oh my God... no...
The orc throws the poisoned pizza on the hitman's face.
Ok, that was lame but it's the best I can do after 2 hours of math...