Monsters: Dark Continent Page #3

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your gear, your rifle and your balls clean.

Your body and your rifle

are a one-weapon system.

Now I'm not going to lie to you.

I think you're a bunch of... weird-looking,

ugly, raggedy ass motherfuckers.

Stand up, private.

- You're tall, ain't you?

- Yes, sergeant.

Standing up there all tall,

looking like JJ out of Good Times.

Sit down.

And you, you sad-looking motherf***er.

What's wrong with you looking all sad?

Like you was wishin'

you was in team My Little Pony.

We are not.

You are part of team Tiger Shark.

Conway.

On your feet.

- Who are we?

- Tiger Shark!

- I said, who are we?

- Tiger Shark!

- Who hunts and kills all the prey?

- - Tiger shark!

Hooah!

Hey, Rodney Peete... 4th down baby.

Rodney Peete?

How the f*** old are you, sergeant?

Old enough to be your daddy, b*tch.

- Whatever, man.

- But your mama not good-looking enough for you to be my son.

Get open! Where you at, man, get open!

- Get off me!

- Who are you talking to?

Talk about my mama again, man.

You stay... you stay where you are.

Remember who you're talking to.

- You watch yourself.

- I'm watching, man.

- Remember who I am.

- I know who you are, man.

- What you gonna do?

- You wanna try that on me?

Man, I'm from Detroit.

What the f*** you gonna do to me?

- You wanna try...

- What you gonna do to me?

Say that again! Say that again!

- Come on! Come on!

- Keep left!

Come on, man. What are you doing, man?

Get the...

My nigga, my rookie.

That's the fire.

That's the fire, right there.

We need that out on the field.

"The thumb stays in the ass while

other fingers roam the front.

I wonder if this is what

being tied up is all about?

The insanely sensual and erotic

feeling of being wide open,

so vulnerable, and absolutely

urgently craving a wild

and unrelenting f***ing..."

Goddamn, Sergeant Forrest.

Your wife has got a way with words, man.

Did she write this sh*t

about her boyfriend?

- Look at them tig 'ol bitties.

- I'm trying to drive, kid. Come on, man.

My woman's not f***ing around on me.

One word:
Sybian.

Sybi... what the f***?

Eight point five inches,

two inch rubber attachment. Floor mounted.

Zero point five-nine horsepower, 6,500 RPM.

She saddles up. Powerful vibrations.

It comes in pink and black. I went black.

Yo, you serious?

What, you mean, you didn't

buy your boyfriend a f*** replacement?

- Sh*t.

- Sh*t.

- Man, you?

- Dog, I bought your sister a pregnancy test, man.

Pull it over, Williams.

This is not good.

Jesus...

It was our first patrol.

This corner shop belongs to the people

who run this street, on the other side.

The two guys here?

I think we were all scared.

Anyone said they weren't

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