“We said no more dead gooks as Passengers on Predator drones,” he insisted. “Well don’t do it again,” she said as she bent over and wiggled her ass. Porn Next thing the bloody RAF were on my case, “It’s just not good enough,” one of their top brass moaned, over the secure phone link the gooks spent all day listening to. “Do you get some perverted sexual thrill from torturing and killing gooks?” the RAF chap asked. “The previous two were alive,and these two were on a hard point not necessarily on the drone if you want to be pedantic.” I insisted. RAF business not Army sir,” he said, “Blood spills go in the accidents book and Hydraulic fluid only gets reported if we spill a significant amount like half a gallon.”
“King’s regulations no doubt, very well, carry on then fuck off,”
