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A crone met the invading hoard at the entrance and in a voice cracking with age bid them, "Welcome, we so seldom see visitors of your type. Please, come in."

A virus asked, "What's that sound?"

"Oh that's just the master's T-cells mobilizing.", the crone replied. "You see, the master does not have immunity to you, so you will make him sick. But in the process you will be destroyed. By coming here you have sealed your fate. You have nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. The hour of your doom is close at hand. Hee-he-he-he."
"Now, if you will excuse me, I have box seats to the main event. Fare thee well ... Lunch. Heee-hee-he-he-he."

One virus to another, "Why did she call us "Lunch"?"

The other virus replies, "I think it means we're in deep kim-chee."

"What is that? Is that a T-cell the crone spoke of? AAaiiieeEEEE ... "

And the battle was engaged.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=24sXHHu7 ... re=related

BooYah!

I just wonder why we put all that awsome shock and awe to get Saddam, but we can not find a turbanhead in a cave

Maybe the government wants us to stay scared....




Dubble

I'm sorry, but after 9/11, I just love a good muslim barbecue.

Marines - Arranging meeting for Muslims with God since 2001.

The good guys pretty much had things wrapped up after 48 hrs. The mopping up is done. Nothing left now but the reconstruction phase.

Man, that was some heavy-duty stuff. I ain't been that sick in a lo-ong time.

Combat Action Ribbons all 'round for the T Cells.