“We’re not just gonna shoot the bastards. We’re going to cut out their living guts, and use them… to grease the treads of our tanks! We’re going to murder those lousy bastards, by the bushel!”
This song is stuck in my head, now. I can’t stop listening to it. So naturally, I needed to make something with Tempest about it.
>eye patch
>cigar
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED