general mcchrystal (whose real name was mcchrystal-meth) -- became extremely flamoxed at kike-end-dyke's response -- he wasn't military, so it couldn't be dealt with as the usual insubordination --- however his impudence has caused a temporary involuntary reaction in general mcchrysal-meth's throat -- it started to choke up and in his shock at kike-end-dyke's impudence he was only able to mumble: 'wha? wha?' as he struggled to swallow in his quickly drying mouth and throat....
'you heard me you son-of-a-bitch!' kike-end-dyke, the ex-four star general cum american ambassador to afghanistan said, 'i'm getting pretty fucking sick of eating take out Malaysian, where's my fucking Burger King you stupid son of a bitch!!!??'
at this mcchrystal-meth went deeper into shock and at the same time was preparing a tactical assault -- somehow -- in all the emotional chaos, he chose to go in for a tackle at the waist, followed by a pin-down to the floor and unrestrained facial beating from above --------- before he could do this, kike-end-dyke had thrown his Malaysian soup all over him, burning mcchrystal-meth's face in the process with the scalding liquids of Johor Bahru: 'you fucking son of a bitch!' kike-end-dyke said as he deftly swerved left of mcchrystal-meth's charge --- mcchrystal-meth was left to tackle a heavy table
outside the Tajiki passed by again on a ride-on lawn mower
kike-end-dyke was rolling up his sleeves and starting to go psycho mentally as mcchrystal-meth finished crashing against the table and prepared to get himself up:
'it's not much to ask for is it? just a fucking whopper is all! you son of a bitch! you're un-american!' he said, and with that he launched a kick into mcchrystal-meth's hind quarters
this was about all mcchrystal-meth was going to take - he was fully out of his stupor now and was about to kick some arse........ he got himself up nicely and performed a leg-sweeping move on kike-end-dyke -- bringing him down to the floor -- he administered two kicks of his own to the downed ex four star general and said the following:
'your mother was never a teeth-brusher, and i fathom that you're not much of a tooth-brusher neither,'
he mounted the desk he had just crashed into and prepared for a bundy-splat as his face burned intensely with the scalding fluids of Johor Bahru.....
'i'm sicking of eating that shit!' kike-end-dyke was heard saying....
* * *
meanwhile, on the other side of the country, in Kandahar, as witherspoon/woods looked out the large window of Omar as she performed her acupuncture......... a new scene played out before her in the garden outside Omar's house...... in a beautiful, picturesque scene surrounded by lovely trees and a beautiful, manicured garden with Japanese cherry-blosoms, an older woman - old enough to be a grandmother, two men aged around 30 and three more men, older still and dressed in clerical garb entered the garden beneath witherspoon/woods gaze and sat themselves at the garden table.....
one of the cleric's began talking:
'Fatima, we are here to give you thanks for the sacrifice of your two sons,'
'Today,' continued another cleric, 'they will commit hare-kari,' as he said this he picked a Japanese lotus-cherry flower and placed it on the table before the suiciders' mother, Fatima (not the 3rd wife of Omar, but a different Fatima)...
'Mother, we will be sorry to leave you, but we feel there will be no future for us, fortunately we do not have children and have not married, so our passing will impact only on you -- we are so sorry to leave you mother, but we do this for Allah as there is nothing left for us to live for.'
'Upshallom Allah,' said the 3rd cleric, 'there it is, we will pay you $10,000 in these marked U.S. bank notes for your help, Fatima.
The first cleric spoke up again, 'hence he will detonate here,' he pointed at a map he placed on the table, 'the other should detonate here, like this we take care of both entry and exit zones and achieve maximum impact....
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