Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20170502195041/@comment-24852191-20170519212325

The remaining four marines yell as they unload their MA5Cs and MA5Ds into several vines

Pinkerton: Die you son of (bleep)!

Vasquez: Sergeant Major! Colonel!

Wardent: You (bleeping) piece of (bleep)!

Heimingstoff: Go to Hell!