Abdul and Raheem were waiting on the perimeters of Big Tit Inc.
Not to be confused with Abdul, who got his dues in Manila, they wanted revenge.
'Look at those three fat infidels,' said Raheem, who was second in command of 'The Protect Muslim Women Against Western Perverts'.
It was a name that didn't take on well so they abbreviated it to TPMWAWP, which in itself, seemed more akin to TWERP than a radical Islam movement.
Max, Jack, and Frank were laughing, dancing, carooning, swimming, snacking, butterflying around the beauty when the two terrorists fired on them with semi-automatic rifles.
Max was hurt the most, a bullet through the lungs.
Frank and Jack hid behind a giant blow up teddy bear that was floating in the pool.
'Allah Akbar,' said Abdul, as he came in for the final kill.
'Not on my shift,' said Max, who pulled out his Glock and killed them both.
'Are you ok,' said Max, to myself and Jack.
He looked us over.
'Just a few scratches.'
Then he passed out.
He was flown to Jember hospital, which I'm told was staffed by nurses with very large tits.
I was cursing the terrorists.
Why couldn't our wounds have been more serious, I mumbled at the hospital when Max woke up after surgery.
'Don't worry,' wheezed Max, 'you can both still take a bed in my ward, this could be fun.'
Not to be confused with Abdul, who got his dues in Manila, they wanted revenge.
'Look at those three fat infidels,' said Raheem, who was second in command of 'The Protect Muslim Women Against Western Perverts'.
It was a name that didn't take on well so they abbreviated it to TPMWAWP, which in itself, seemed more akin to TWERP than a radical Islam movement.
Max, Jack, and Frank were laughing, dancing, carooning, swimming, snacking, butterflying around the beauty when the two terrorists fired on them with semi-automatic rifles.
Max was hurt the most, a bullet through the lungs.
Frank and Jack hid behind a giant blow up teddy bear that was floating in the pool.
'Allah Akbar,' said Abdul, as he came in for the final kill.
'Not on my shift,' said Max, who pulled out his Glock and killed them both.
'Are you ok,' said Max, to myself and Jack.
He looked us over.
'Just a few scratches.'
Then he passed out.
He was flown to Jember hospital, which I'm told was staffed by nurses with very large tits.
I was cursing the terrorists.
Why couldn't our wounds have been more serious, I mumbled at the hospital when Max woke up after surgery.
'Don't worry,' wheezed Max, 'you can both still take a bed in my ward, this could be fun.'
