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An' a tip o' tha tam tae Patch.

Noba as a ferret's winky. There, Ah said at. Nidan1 as a feckless git bastarrrd nancy boy tha' wearrrs Belgiumesque pantaloons. Hae cuildnae scrabble haes way oot o' a soggy paper bag. Ah also hear haes mother is rather large. Boo, ye porridge clump, di ye gi any o' tha noo games workin'. or shuild Ah saind ye tha next turrrn fraim tha old game? Git.

Tha thraid oft gang aglee tae PAGE FECKIN TWO ye feckless lizard lickers.

*sniff* *sniff*

At's alright Boo, Ah killt Stuka's filthy stankin' Panther wi' a stick.

Stuka as a bag girrrls bloose, doodah, doodah...

Af'n Ah baigged ye tae slam ye pointy haid ain a door, wid ye di tha'?

An' Boo Ah cannae gi' mah oopgrade workin' Radley as tae back bottoms wha' rectal thermometerrrs are tae back bottoms.

Och, wid ye look wha' tha cat dragged ain? An' where aboots ain Perrrth are ye? Subi? Dalkeith? Mt Lawley? Ah didnae care, jus' curious. Sae, cam crawlin' back tae bae dragged backwarrrds through tha scratchy hedge o' defeat, eh? Ye kin saind mae a setoop whain ye've finished tha tutorial af'n ye like. We'll see af'n ye've go' any better a' facin' doon a human wave. Remember, tha German's are tha wun's wi' tha black crosses on their motor-tanks.

Setoops fer ng cavscout an' StukaNukaPukaPants waill bae forrrrwarded ain due course. Cunningly crafted concoctions o' QB cleverness, or perhaps e'en more exotic selections, wi' plenty o' room fer stinkn' Panthers' tae manhoover. Ah feckin' hate Panthers...boot noo as much as feckin' 'splody Shermans!

Nidan1 as a big girrrls damp blouse. There, at needed tae bae said. Noba hae gamily killed both mah uber-Shermans' and as noo creepin' haes snotty lipped unter-troopen along hedgerows tae slit the throats' o' mah brave an' cowerin' laddies. Tha's wha happen's whain ye hadnae got bonnie Scots laddies available ain tha game. Boo Emrys Radley as noo longer playin tha game Ah gather. Couldnae gi' tha patch tae worrrk on haes wind-up etcha-sketch. Sae, which o' yoo feckless git bastarrrrds wants haes spotty arse handed tae haim in a game? A proper game, StukaNukaPukaPants, noo some boggle-eyed frankenstein creation. NG Cavscout, congrats on gettin' yersailf shot. Wid ye noo like tae bae slapped aboot ain a game like a drunk waiter at an Elks Club Ladies Night? Ye kin bae Germans an' buy Panthers af ye like.

Which wun o' ye gap-toothed weasel fondling knicker-wearing collectors o' art deco lipstick cases (meanin' Nidan1, obviously) needs a severe beatin' an a PATCHED game o' CM:BN:CW:KMA? Ye'd bae playin as tha German's o' course, an' bring sum feckin' Panthers tae that party. Ah feckin' luv Panthers. Boo cannae install haes CW patch (sae convenient, eh?), Buzzsaw haes gwin aintae shock a' squeakin' oot o' hais last game wi' sumthin more than a draw, an' Noba hasnae woken up yet. Sae <sneer>Nidan1</sneer>, are ye oop fer playin' agin a real mon? Pillock.

Ye're a page two.

Feckin' grammar grog.

Tha's right boys an' girls (Emrys), THREE FECKIN' PANTHERS!! Hoo did hae e'er manage tae kill 9 poxy Sherman 75s' wi' ainly THREE FECKIN' PANTHERS? Tae dig deep aintae tha archives o' yore... "much like a fat boy ain a striped shirt killin' a frog ain a bucket wi' a baseball bat!" Troo, Ah di' manage tae kill Boo's feckin' TIGER tank wi' a 75 Sherman. BUT AINLY COS AH THREW THA STINKIN' THING AT IT!!

At's ten years since Ah haid dinner wi' Yeknodathon. Ah hope they've bin kind tae haim.

Waill, Ah didnae knoo Ah haid a feckin' 76. An' Ah didnae knoo at haid bin killed. Sae at comes oot ain tha wash really. Noo tha ye haid anythun worrrth shootin' at wi' a 76 either.

Mah preferaince wid bae fer "Feckless Git Bastarrrd".

An' di 'ye nootice, while ye were "carefully monitorin'", tha hae didnae hae a LOCATION??? An' di' ye nootice tha hae referred tae a Lady o' tha Pool??? Twae clear breaches....

*snicker* Ye said "Boehner" */snicker*

Tha's sumthin wrong wi' thas bloody game. Mah tanky things keep explodin' fer no guid reason Ah kin see. BFC fix at or di sumthin! There's sneaky rat bastarrrds creepin' aboot lak knock-kneed sassanachs.... wha' didn'ye charge mah entrenched MG positions lak a real mon?

Noo laddie. Sae mah FO and snipers kin pick ye oot ain tha millin' croowd.

Blind Seamus saw tha' comin'. Ah posted tha' feckin' rules. "Sod off". Af tha pillocks cannae follow tha' thain anythin more widnae work, eh? Ye're tha Deputy Auxiliary Backup Assistant (to) the Justicar etc etc. Ye kin fix at.

Sumthin wee wid bae bonny. Ah didnae care aboot tha parameters, ye're doomed anyhoo. An' ye kin leave ye wee green frainds on tha table cloth.

In other worrrds, ye're a feckless git bastarrrd wi' boogers fer frainds. Actual boogers. Green wuns.