bluehalomango

"Yes, we know I'm pretty, but we gotta get back to work." <br> <br>"Don't make me rip your arms off and beat you to death with them!" <br> <br>"We are FUBAR." <br> <br>FUBAR, Fucked Up Beyond All Recognition. <br> <br> "Dear humanity... we regret being alien bastards...we regret coming to Earth and we most definitely regret that the corps just blew up our raggedt-ass fleet." Regrets of the Prophet <br> <br>"When we meet the enemy, we will rip their skulls from their spines, and toss 'em away, laughin'! Am I right, Marines?" <br> <br>“John is gonna jump in this tank, roll across the bridge, and blow up any inhuman son-of-a-bitch dumb enough to get between him and the Prophet of Regret! Pull yourself together, 'cause you're going with him.” <br> <br>“When I joined the Corps, we didn't have any fancy-schmanzy tanks. We had sticks! Two sticks, and a rock for the whole platoon—and we had to share the rock! Buck up, boy, you are one very lucky marine!” <br> <br>“Usually, the good Lord works in mysterious ways. But not today! This here is 66 tons of straight-up, H.E-spewing dee-vine intervention! If God is love, then you can call me 'Cupid'!” <br> <br>"Sergeant Major Avery Junior blow-the-hell-out-of-your-alien-ass Johnson, reporting for duty!" <br>