As weird and bizarre this instance was to our collective groups, we still took it as a win—but the faces of these young groups when I told them that we'd spend the rest of the day cleaning up this area were fucking priceless. As much as everyone else loved bashing their heads and unloading bullets into their rotting heads, no one wanted to clean up their shit and pick up the spent casings right after.
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*bzzt*
"Oh~ You fucks want US, your superiors to clean up after you, huh? Is that it?"
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[T-That's not—/Umm…/Well, can't you?!]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[That's Joe, sir! Everything he said is all him!/ Yeah! All him!/ Who's Joe?! You wanna die, you dumbfuck?!]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[I said what I said!]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
"Fine!"
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[Joe-Mama!]
*bzzt*
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*bzzt*
[Dude, fucking read the room…]
*bzzt*
