The RAF pilots looked at all the empty beer cans at the table, looked at the can of spray paint on the floor, they quietly finished their beers, put their smokes out, snickering all the way, and went back to their ships. They dressed in their spacesuits and proceeded to walk on the outside of the Black Legions Base and did their dirty work.
You never really know where you will find us next: No more Mr nice guys.





