'Frank, we have a problem, the jet is fueled up and we are heading to Boston.'
I had watched the smug smile from Obama at the press conference in 2013.
'They will feel the full brunt of the law.'
It was just another day for Obama.
He had orchestrated it.
His little helpers he recruited from Ethiopia and Somalia and Indonesia.
The two guys who blew up the finish line of the Boston Marathon have just got off death row, said Max.
There was time for play, and there was time for pay.
'And those two cock suckers are going to pay.'
I had just the plan.
'Have you ever heard about banging heads,' I told Max, as we landed in Boston.
'Works all the time, so long as you don't get charged with assault.
'Let's try it then,' I said, as we entered the maximum-security prison.
These brothers were the one knee type.
'You mean going down on one knee?'
Yeah, and the afro thing going on.
Time seemed to groove into the sequence of how things really should play out.
'Turn off the security cameras,' I told the guards.
We sprayed painted them just in case.
Then Max and I entered the cell.
The two brothers were having a porn session.
They had just dodged death row.
It seemed Obama was still pulling strings.
Three dead and over 260 injured from those two rice cooker bombs that were detonated, as a double tap, at the finish line of the Boston Marathon.
'So what have you got to say to that?'
The brothers were type lipped.
We had just gatecrashed their wank party.
Then Max grabbed them both by their afro hair and banged their heads together like a gong.
'Works all the time.'
By the time we were done with them, their brains were scrambled eggs.
We left where we came in and flew back to Tokyo.
A short and sweet mission if there was.
Langely was very impressed.
Justice can be swifter if you send in two good men who know what is at stake.
And that's all I'm saying.
'And this is all I'm saying,' said Amber and Ruby, 'titty fuck us.'
We really deserved this homecoming, seriously we did.
'You did well,' said Max, ' actually we both did very well.'
I had watched the smug smile from Obama at the press conference in 2013.
'They will feel the full brunt of the law.'
It was just another day for Obama.
He had orchestrated it.
His little helpers he recruited from Ethiopia and Somalia and Indonesia.
The two guys who blew up the finish line of the Boston Marathon have just got off death row, said Max.
There was time for play, and there was time for pay.
'And those two cock suckers are going to pay.'
I had just the plan.
'Have you ever heard about banging heads,' I told Max, as we landed in Boston.
'Works all the time, so long as you don't get charged with assault.
'Let's try it then,' I said, as we entered the maximum-security prison.
These brothers were the one knee type.
'You mean going down on one knee?'
Yeah, and the afro thing going on.
Time seemed to groove into the sequence of how things really should play out.
'Turn off the security cameras,' I told the guards.
We sprayed painted them just in case.
Then Max and I entered the cell.
The two brothers were having a porn session.
They had just dodged death row.
It seemed Obama was still pulling strings.
Three dead and over 260 injured from those two rice cooker bombs that were detonated, as a double tap, at the finish line of the Boston Marathon.
'So what have you got to say to that?'
The brothers were type lipped.
We had just gatecrashed their wank party.
Then Max grabbed them both by their afro hair and banged their heads together like a gong.
'Works all the time.'
By the time we were done with them, their brains were scrambled eggs.
We left where we came in and flew back to Tokyo.
A short and sweet mission if there was.
Langely was very impressed.
Justice can be swifter if you send in two good men who know what is at stake.
And that's all I'm saying.
'And this is all I'm saying,' said Amber and Ruby, 'titty fuck us.'
We really deserved this homecoming, seriously we did.
'You did well,' said Max, ' actually we both did very well.'
