Post by kilowogo on Mar 4, 2013 18:50:49 GMT -5
Prologue
Some men wanna rule the world. Some men wanna destroy it. Me? I'm a man that just wants to enjoy it. I'm a simple guy and I've got simple pleasures -- the feeling of my knuckles crashing against a chump's nose is pure bliss (especially if it's Cap's stupid patriotic nose). You give me an island with a sandwich shop and some people to torture, and I'd be set for life, man. That right there... that's paradise to me. Sittin' on the beach, eating a turkey sub and breaking some necks... I'm gettin' goosebumps just thinking about it.
Look, I respect the Red Skull and all, but at the end of the day, the guy's a freakin' nut. Does he really think he can control so much? Then what? Just sit on that Nazi throne of his and stare at the goofy empire he's created? No, sir... the tighter you grip, the more that's gonna slip right through your fingers. He'll never have what he wants and that's why he's an idiot. You gotta aim for what's in your reach, and that's exactly what I'm doing. That island paradise... one day it'll be mine. Meanwhile, Red Skull will still be stormin' around and ranting like a mad man, never able to get any satisfaction. Life's too short for that kind of crap.
This is why I'm bringin' back the Skeleton Crew. My old gang didn't cut it, so I'm searchin' for new people to fill the roster. Some people say I'm racist, but that's a buncha nonsense. Ya see, I hate everyone equally. It don't matter what color your skin is, who you have the hots for, what God you pray to... none of that matters to me 'cause honestly, I'm probably gonna hate you anyway. But if you wanna smash some teeth and earn some green with me, then I'm happy to tolerate ya in the meantime. It's time to put out feelers and create my new crew. We're gonna take the mercenary world by storm, baby, and when the day is over, I'll have more than enough cash to finally live my fantasy.
Some men wanna rule the world. Some men wanna destroy it. Me? I'm a man that just wants to enjoy it. I'm a simple guy and I've got simple pleasures -- the feeling of my knuckles crashing against a chump's nose is pure bliss (especially if it's Cap's stupid patriotic nose). You give me an island with a sandwich shop and some people to torture, and I'd be set for life, man. That right there... that's paradise to me. Sittin' on the beach, eating a turkey sub and breaking some necks... I'm gettin' goosebumps just thinking about it.
Look, I respect the Red Skull and all, but at the end of the day, the guy's a freakin' nut. Does he really think he can control so much? Then what? Just sit on that Nazi throne of his and stare at the goofy empire he's created? No, sir... the tighter you grip, the more that's gonna slip right through your fingers. He'll never have what he wants and that's why he's an idiot. You gotta aim for what's in your reach, and that's exactly what I'm doing. That island paradise... one day it'll be mine. Meanwhile, Red Skull will still be stormin' around and ranting like a mad man, never able to get any satisfaction. Life's too short for that kind of crap.
This is why I'm bringin' back the Skeleton Crew. My old gang didn't cut it, so I'm searchin' for new people to fill the roster. Some people say I'm racist, but that's a buncha nonsense. Ya see, I hate everyone equally. It don't matter what color your skin is, who you have the hots for, what God you pray to... none of that matters to me 'cause honestly, I'm probably gonna hate you anyway. But if you wanna smash some teeth and earn some green with me, then I'm happy to tolerate ya in the meantime. It's time to put out feelers and create my new crew. We're gonna take the mercenary world by storm, baby, and when the day is over, I'll have more than enough cash to finally live my fantasy.
