Ask the stormtrooper
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From: Port-au-Prince, Haiti
Dear Mr. Stormtrooper,
After much debate within the confines of my own mind I am compelled by curiosity to ask the following question:
You are covered....head to toe....in focking body armor.... You get hit with one shot from a pistol...you die.... You get hit by a pebble thrown at you by a hairy midget with no pants or genitals (ie: Ewok)....and you die.... What the hell is your armor made of that anybody wearing it is transformed into a complete wuss?? If you trip on a twig...do you die?....What if you bump into a coffee table?....do you just keel over and bleed?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Sincerely,
James Ledward
After much debate within the confines of my own mind I am compelled by curiosity to ask the following question:
You are covered....head to toe....in focking body armor.... You get hit with one shot from a pistol...you die.... You get hit by a pebble thrown at you by a hairy midget with no pants or genitals (ie: Ewok)....and you die.... What the hell is your armor made of that anybody wearing it is transformed into a complete wuss?? If you trip on a twig...do you die?....What if you bump into a coffee table?....do you just keel over and bleed?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Sincerely,
James Ledward
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From: stuffed in a box
Originally Posted by Ledfoot,Feb 13 2006, 02:39 PM
Dear Mr. Stormtrooper,
After much debate within the confines of my own mind I am compelled by curiosity to ask the following question:
You are covered....head to toe....in focking body armor.... You get hit with one shot from a pistol...you die.... You get hit by a pebble thrown at you by a hairy midget with no pants or genitals (ie: Ewok)....and you die.... What the hell is your armor made of that anybody wearing it is transformed into a complete wuss?? If you trip on a twig...do you die?....What if you bump into a coffee table?....do you just keel over and bleed?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Sincerely,
James Ledward
After much debate within the confines of my own mind I am compelled by curiosity to ask the following question:
You are covered....head to toe....in focking body armor.... You get hit with one shot from a pistol...you die.... You get hit by a pebble thrown at you by a hairy midget with no pants or genitals (ie: Ewok)....and you die.... What the hell is your armor made of that anybody wearing it is transformed into a complete wuss?? If you trip on a twig...do you die?....What if you bump into a coffee table?....do you just keel over and bleed?
What the hell is wrong with you?
Sincerely,
James Ledward
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From: stuffed in a box
Originally Posted by Ledfoot,Feb 13 2006, 02:59 PM
Dear Mr. Stormtrooper,
Thank you for your timely reply on this issue, which brings me to my second question.
Did you ever consider just taking the helmet off? Seriously. Wouldn't it be nice to see the furry lil' shit throwing the pine cone at you? I mean.... for some inexplicable reason the pine cone is going to kill you anyway.... but maybe you might get a chance to shoot once before you're sized up for a coffin.
Who's the genius who thought that giving you guys tinted lenses in your helmet when you fight at night was a good idea? Is Stevie Wonder your superior officer?
Hoping you get laid before someone takes you out with a wad of crab grass,
James Ledward
Thank you for your timely reply on this issue, which brings me to my second question.
Did you ever consider just taking the helmet off? Seriously. Wouldn't it be nice to see the furry lil' shit throwing the pine cone at you? I mean.... for some inexplicable reason the pine cone is going to kill you anyway.... but maybe you might get a chance to shoot once before you're sized up for a coffin.
Who's the genius who thought that giving you guys tinted lenses in your helmet when you fight at night was a good idea? Is Stevie Wonder your superior officer?
Hoping you get laid before someone takes you out with a wad of crab grass,
James Ledward