My guys

The world is crashing into shit over there. That's pretty apparent, even to me. And I'm not looking for things to be wrong. But this is seriously fucked up. And when that happens, you know what's up next. The Old White Guys gotta move in. if the willies and the wallies and the fuckwits can't get themselves out of this mess, we're just going to have to do it ourselves. Me and my guys are ready. We're suited up and we're standin at the Washington Monument waiting for the chopper to take us to the action. yes, fuck, I've had forty five heart attacks. What's your stupid stinking point? That I'm like sick?? You cheese eating horses ass, what the fuck differnce do you think that makes? Me and my guys are the warrior monks, you gormless piece of shit. We will take them down. Those imans, those caliphs or whatever the christless fuck they are. They are screwing up my plan. The PLAN, if I may be fucking bold, is to get the fucking oil out of that useless fuckless country before they set it on fire. That's the plan. Now get the fuck out of the way, and let me and my guys do our jobs. Go, Heroes, Go.