For when civil war breaks out, and law and order is long gone. Those nasty mussos have taken over parts of the country and are heading north. Who is in your elite 8 man fighting squad. What is their role?
Terry..he's my communications man. Inside info. And he can tell us funny stories about Ryan Giggs hotpants. Rooch..The survivalist.. Incase we get stuck in the moors. He can be the test ginuie pig. On what is edibale. If he dies, we know its not. Crumble...Entertainment/sniper. Every squad needs a joker. And his tales of his sisters hairy fanny will keep moral up. Once heard 1000 times. He is sent on a mussion on a hill top. Funky.. He's in charge of catering incase rooch cant find us any raw scran. This wasnt an easy choice, as being a big lad therefore a bigger target. There is also the possibility of him scranning everything. Gonads. He's my 2ic. Well he's from sr6 therefore much more clever. Plus he'll bring the tabs and i phones. Welder...After spending months in a grass skirt and wearing bones as a necklace. He'll be out for blood. So will ransack every boozer. So he is supply man. Billy.... well you need someone who can actually fire a gun. Therefore hr is on point on any patrol or boozer recce's.
I thought about raw. But if i sent him out to get us a car. He.d come back with a ****ing nissan leaf. Electric ****e.
You havnt thought this one through man. You are sending seven over the top. So you are slaughteted your chef. Sid dies of starvation aftet three months.
Ok, six nutters for going over the top and one chef pour moi. Anyway, I have enough on me for more than three months
Imagine stocking up on supplies for 20 years following a nuclear war, we're in our bunker, making plans on how to strategically survive until we manage to find fuel, food and women to reproduce, then you find Comm and Billy both ****ing sloshed on the control room floor, they've both polished off 20 years worth of Red Stripe between them.
Thing is, if it comes down to possible starvation it's the fat bastards that will get eaten. There's nowt on me so I'd be left be. You could sustain the rest of us for a few weeks.
Dunno like pal, I'd sooner have Tees in, at least it's all lean meat then... hopefully that'll divert the knives and forks away from me, whilst I'm trying to Spy on Comm's Long Time gogo slut in the shower... eerrrrr.... I mean... find a way to communicate with radios and stuff.
What about the dads army squd led by smug. Gordon....cheif of spelling Relic....master of the 1800's Nostsligia..rrlics right hand mam. Pops...tactic man working from his wingbacl chair. Roo..still shuffling to the plane. Wedding cake...has to bring his mrs for catering. Outlaw. Is flying over specially for this mission of search and sit down.
Yes but that squad would be on the first boat over to canada. So he.s staying there brewing our celebrating drinks.
