the next day, the Black Rook arose and knew that his dream from the day before signified that he would die today -- but he wasn't sure if it was going to be die d-i-e or dye, d-y-e... he figured everytime he poured milk into his coffee he was dying.... or if a soldier spilt ketchup on his fatigues in the mess hall he was dying although not dying if you catch my drift...
in any case, while messing in the mess hall, the Black Rook got wind that some of the men would be playing fantasy football....... the Black Rook would captain one team, and Brigadier General Kohl from Bravo Company would captain the other team.......
the Black Rook chose the Red Hot Chili Pepper, Osama Bin Laden (who was secretly imprisoned by Bravo Company to be used as a propaganda tool by the military and the CIA, Randy Shorethang - a simple cook and a few others for his team.
Brigadier General Kohl chose his team (note that nobody chose Parker and Stone from South Park despite the two of them frantically calling 'me!' 'me!' at every draft.
The two teams walked onto the field and bets were placed on the sidelines. The Black Rook looked up at the sky ominously.
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