'so what's the plan,' up and piped Kiedis from the Chilli Peppers.
'Your mission is to neutralize the threat posed by those giant ants yonder,' elucidated the Georgian tobacco chewing handler as he spat another clump of tobacco out of his mouth. 'Here are some souped-up tazers and here are some big-arse knives - do what you have to do.'
'Now you said these ants were once Afghani women,' asked Kiedis to the handler guy.
'That's right.'
'Well, if we can get them to morph back into women, i'd like to bring them back to California and put them in a music shoot i have coming up,' affirmed Kiedis.
'Well the military is willing to support you in that endevour including making use of cargo flights to facilitate that -- or you can just tazer them and gut them with these over-sized hunting knives -- it's all up to you,' said the Georgian.
'Can we win a medal if we're successful,' asked Parker.
'Yeah!' enthused Stone.
The two had paid women hundreds of dollars just to lick their toenails, but a military medal wasn't something money could buy and something the two patriots would dearly love to earn.
'Afore you can win a medal you gots to earn you some briches, and afore that can happen you gots to win yourselves some pantaloons,' affirmed the Georgian before continuing, 'and the only ways to win yourselves some pantaloons is by earning them goddam it,' finished the Georgian before spitting another clump of tobacco.
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