Phillips shielded the squad from a line of tracer fire behind his bulky stone body.
“You okay?” Sarge shouted.
“Stings,” the rocky G.I. answered. “But if those Nazis think they can turn me into a boulder with a Brooklyn accent and gets’ away with shootin’ at my buddies without a Bronx clobberin’… well…”
Sarge looked to the squad. “You heard him boys! Lock, load move in behind the big guy!”
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A motivational speech if I ever heard one!
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“We have nothing to fear, but… but… THAT REALLY BIG GUY MADE OF STONE COMING TO CLOBBER US!!” ;-)
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Great feel of gritty reality!
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Well, aside from the fact that he’s made of living stone. ;-) Thanks!
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