09-30-2010, 08:15 PM
Tank, dropping his good natured teasing, shakes a few hands as he starts to move towards the exit. "It's good to see you all and thank you for welcoming me back, but before anyone else shows up, lemme get to my office and check a few things."
It wasn't a long walk, thankfully. However, it appears the several months long absence took its toll...as the massive number of bangs, clangs, and various other sounds could be heard as the myriad of pranks went off. All at once.
All that could be heard of Tank was a single, "OH GOD MY DELICATE BODY MEATS!"
It wasn't a long walk, thankfully. However, it appears the several months long absence took its toll...as the massive number of bangs, clangs, and various other sounds could be heard as the myriad of pranks went off. All at once.
All that could be heard of Tank was a single, "OH GOD MY DELICATE BODY MEATS!"
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Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.
Tanker (tangk'er)n. 1. A dusty, crusty, grease-covered, dirty, sweaty, bright eyed, fuzzy faced, haircut-needing, beer-drinking, underrated, over-worked, underpaid, oversexed, little s%#* who can take a Tank and do more battlefield damage in ten minutes than a grunt squad can do all day.