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“Polish supplies can’t make it over the border. There are too many machine guns and heavy artillery. So many - holy crap. They’ll be eating each other soon enough. Oh the irony of it all. Luckily we get to sit back and feast on freshly stewed duck with a thick steamy garlic paste and baked potatoes wrapped in a loving coat of delicious sour cream. Yummy bummy. That’s tonight anyway. Who knows what kind of shit we’ll have tomorrow. Anyway I’m off to kill some mofos. See you,” said Jimmy.
I quickly pulled out my shotgun a blew half of Jimmy’s face over the Polish border. Fuck yeah.