Well. Lawyered up, did ya? Rambo works solo.
Like a real man.
(In fact, I had ta go look up how to even spell "pansy" in the dictionary, which afterwards I rigged with C-4 to cover my tracks).
You're so pathetic, it would make me cry (which I can't, cause my eyes secrete napalm instead of tears). Have you ever taken a look at your "cowboy" boots? That's some heel you've got there. What kind of man wears high heels? ('Cept for Prince. Don't ask me why, but he gets a pass.)
So your little wet-nurses in three-piece suits told you to face me here. Fine. It's been a while since I've been to a tea party (that I didn't infiltrate in order to kill a high-value target).
Consider this gauntlet thrown, Norris.
-Rambo
P.S. Pansy....
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