Neil Stryker and The Tyrant of Time Page #6

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and we're on our own.

Back out now.

It's your last chance.

Lieutenant.

You heard the captain,

rank and file.

Last one to stryker's ship

is a rusty trombone.

Wait.

What's a rusty trombone?

You know,

when you're eating a guys' ass

and you're jerking

him off at the same time?

No. No, f***ing way.

I'm outta here.

Wait!

What is rusty trombone?

So you managed

to weasel your way

on the mission, after all.

You must have

a thing for dying.

Maybe so...

But at least I'm not

a rusty trombone!

Uh, rook to king three.

That's checkmate.

At last, you've arrived.

Shall we be off, then?

I don't know how,

but you cheated.

Yes, he's cheating.

Rook cannot move in this way.

Yes it can.

Pretty slow, Veronica.

Forget rusty trombone,

you just made rusty orchestra.

Boys, prepare to take off.

You, I need a co-pilot.

Get up front.

Try not to crash it.

Keep an eye on her, would you?

Yes, sir.

What is this?

The time had come for this

lion cub to shed his mane.

Plus, I think there

might be some barbed wire.

Continue.

Captain.

We are approaching destination.

Alright.

Give us some room to breathe.

Set us down right over there.

Yes, sir.

Hey.

Forgettin' somethin'?

It's time to gather the flock.

Thank the almighty.

Remember... there ain't no

atheists in the foxhole.

Hold my hand.

- What?

J.C., the big guy,

the lamb of god,

you know he died

for our sins on the cross.

Hold my hand.

Let go my hand!

The only sin was not

using that timber for firewood.

No fall in line, a**hole.

You two!

Cut that sh*t.

Go.

You stepped on my

toe back there, but it's cool.

Ring the bell.

Just as I suspect.

No one home.

It is in complete abandon.

We must not abort mission.

We have lost battle, sir.

But not war.

Did you try the door knob?

It is not possible.

Idiot.

The only thing missing

here is Santa claus.

Santa!

Santa!

Ho! Ho! Ho!

Merry Christmas,

my darlings!

Who's been naughty?

Who's been nice?

Me! Me Santa! Me!

Well, which is it?

Nice! Nice!

Ha ha!

Just what I thought.

Brenner stop!

It's a trap.

- Trap?

Nonsense.

It's not a trap...

It's retail.

No way.

We have all sizes.

Darrel! Don't do that!

Where the hell

did you come from?

Well, he's got the shirts, guys.

Stryker, you remember

operation omega.

Well, it went Nova, okay?

Supernova!

I went back in time,

last year's Christmas Eve

and burgled every

Christmas present on the planet

and replaced it with...

This t-shirt.

Long story short,

I'm backed ordered for weeks.

Whoa! They're huge!

How do you think i

bankrolled this whole fortress?

Seriously, I hardly have time

for new designs.

Check out this new model.

Also very popular.

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