And in his final moments, the former member of the KGB could only lie there in a pool of his own expanding blood and brains, the realization flitting across his darkening eyes that the pen-gun, umbrella-gun, and cane-gun he had once employed in his earlier days as a champion of the worldwide Communist revolution all paled in comparison to the awesome concealability and thoroughly leathal firepower that was the legendary, yet shrouded in mystery and never-before-seen, EAR-GUN.
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Theres no place like home.Theres no place like home.Theres no place like home.
"If he keeps pushing that issue...I'm going to blow my brains out!!"
Pooty Putin, Indeed!
Dammit!!! WHY did they have to server Broccoli for lunch?!?
And in his final moments, the former member of the KGB could only lie there in a pool of his own expanding blood and brains, the realization flitting across his darkening eyes that the pen-gun, umbrella-gun, and cane-gun he had once employed in his earlier days as a champion of the worldwide Communist revolution all paled in comparison to the awesome concealability and thoroughly leathal firepower that was the legendary, yet shrouded in mystery and never-before-seen, EAR-GUN.
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