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North Korea Do the Space thing...
Frankly who cares about the critics. No-one b$%!*ed when America and the Soviet Union put Satellites with missiles in orbit.
HA HA
You filthy western pig-dogs! Now you get shaky knee joint!
Glorious Gnomunist Regime will rain breakment of things upon dirty capitalist city! Many breakments of things! From space!
We laugh and drink great water in time you drink what? No water, is what!
HA HA
Vive le Galt!
Glorious Gnomunist Regime will rain breakment of things upon dirty capitalist city! Many breakments of things! From space!
Yeah, you're in space, mate! Good on you.
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Everyone knows orbital kinetic impact ballistas are the rage now anyway.
Hanging out in Alternate Histories?
Great. Now our satellites need to avoid crazy north korean drivers.
I think the cylons are our friends.
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HA HA
You filthy western pig-dogs! Now you get shaky knee joint!
Glorious Gnomunist Regime will rain breakment of things upon dirty capitalist city! Many breakments of things! From space!
We laugh and drink great water in time you drink what? No water, is what!
HA HA
Bluff is not enough to win a fight.
Your troops are starving so much my gnomish friend that we can bribe them with a hamburger and spawn a civil war just dropping a bigmac with fries...
HA HA
Glorious Gnomunist troops not starve!
They train for lighter combat!
Food is filthy capitalist invention!
Glorious Gnomunist troops live on rainbows reflected from Great Leader's shiny scalp! And sausage made from enemies of regime! Sometimes bullet inside, sometimes toenail, but always very good for nutrition.
You like McDonald? Too bad, here bomb, FROM SPACE. No more Happy Meal for silly Westerner pig-dog.
Oh, you like Pancake House? Too bad again! Other bomb, also FROM SPACE. No more waffle for smelly money-counter person.
What now? No waffle and no Happy Meal, imperialist soldier die of hunger!
Gnomunist Regime wins again!
HA HA
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HA HA
You filthy western pig-dogs! Now you get shaky knee joint!
Glorious Gnomunist Regime will rain breakment of things upon dirty capitalist city! Many breakments of things! From space!
We laugh and drink great water in time you drink what? No water, is what!
HA HA
Bluff is not enough to win a fight.
Your troops are starving so much my gnomish friend that we can bribe them with a hamburger and spawn a civil war just dropping a bigmac with fries...
HA HAGlorious Gnomunist troops not starve!
They train for lighter combat!
Food is filthy capitalist invention!
Glorious Gnomunist troops live on rainbows reflected from Great Leader's shiny scalp! And sausage made from enemies of regime! Sometimes bullet inside, sometimes toenail, but always very good for nutrition.
You like McDonald? Too bad, here bomb, FROM SPACE. No more Happy Meal for silly Westerner pig-dog.
Oh, you like Pancake House? Too bad again! Other bomb, also FROM SPACE. No more waffle for smelly money-counter person.
What now? No waffle and no Happy Meal, imperialist soldier die of hunger!
Gnomunist Regime wins again!
HA HA
Drizzle rage dressing on kingdom next door! From SPACE! Rage dressing on a salad of EVIL!!
I HAVE FURY!!
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HA HA
You filthy western pig-dogs! Now you get shaky knee joint!
Glorious Gnomunist Regime will rain breakment of things upon dirty capitalist city! Many breakments of things! From space!
We laugh and drink great water in time you drink what? No water, is what!
HA HA
Bluff is not enough to win a fight.
Your troops are starving so much my gnomish friend that we can bribe them with a hamburger and spawn a civil war just dropping a bigmac with fries...
HA HAGlorious Gnomunist troops not starve!
They train for lighter combat!
Food is filthy capitalist invention!
Glorious Gnomunist troops live on rainbows reflected from Great Leader's shiny scalp! And sausage made from enemies of regime! Sometimes bullet inside, sometimes toenail, but always very good for nutrition.
You like McDonald? Too bad, here bomb, FROM SPACE. No more Happy Meal for silly Westerner pig-dog.
Oh, you like Pancake House? Too bad again! Other bomb, also FROM SPACE. No more waffle for smelly money-counter person.
What now? No waffle and no Happy Meal, imperialist soldier die of hunger!
Gnomunist Regime wins again!
HA HA
Drizzle rage dressing on kingdom next door! From SPACE! Rage dressing on a salad of EVIL!!
I HAVE FURY!!
What!
I HAVE MORE FURY! YOU ONLY MIDLY ANGRY IN COMPARISON!
NOBODY ANGRIER THAN GLORIOUS GNOMUNIST REGIME!
MY HAIR IS MADE OF FIRE! WHAT PROOF MORE WANT YOU!
Drizzle rage dressing on kingdom next door! From SPACE! Rage dressing on a salad of EVIL!!
I HAVE FURY!!
What!
I HAVE MORE FURY! YOU ONLY MIDLY ANGRY IN COMPARISON!
NOBODY ANGRIER THAN GLORIOUS GNOMUNIST REGIME!
MY HAIR IS MADE OF FIRE! WHAT PROOF MORE WANT YOU!
You have energy like a little angry battery with no friends.
The hair of your fire which burns is barely with having the heat for the cooking of the marshmallows of disdain for the s'mores of my wrath!
Snack on my wrath, fink-rat!
Get 'em, Gnome, get' em good.
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I have chortles. The smile of your threats are wet and unappetizing like the bottom of the frying pan which is layered in the grease of defeat. Grease that is thick and chunky with the sausage of your doom.
Fawful is in the big comfy chair, cozy with the sipping of the hot cocoa of mockery that laughs at your face like a caricature drawn by a kid that is stupid. You have the impatience. You must stop and sample the sprinkles in life's salad bar.
I have amusement!
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Drizzle rage dressing on kingdom next door! From SPACE! Rage dressing on a salad of EVIL!!
I HAVE FURY!!
What!
I HAVE MORE FURY! YOU ONLY MIDLY ANGRY IN COMPARISON!
NOBODY ANGRIER THAN GLORIOUS GNOMUNIST REGIME!
MY HAIR IS MADE OF FIRE! WHAT PROOF MORE WANT YOU!
You have energy like a little angry battery with no friends.
The hair of your fire which burns is barely with having the heat for the cooking of the marshmallows of disdain for the s'mores of my wrath!
Snack on my wrath, fink-rat!
I call foul! That angry Battery with no friends is describing an iconic AA Advertising entity from the World of Capitalism.
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President Anklebiter, we must not allow... a mine shaft gap!
I have chortles. The smile of your threats are wet and unappetizing like the bottom of the frying pan which is layered in the grease of defeat. Grease that is thick and chunky with the sausage of your doom.
Fawful is in the big comfy chair, cozy with the sipping of the hot cocoa of mockery that laughs at your face like a caricature drawn by a kid that is stupid. You have the impatience. You must stop and sample the sprinkles in life's salad bar.
I have amusement!
Threatening sayings of no content you say! Glorious Gnomunist Regime is without amused!
Fist of Great Leader descent from sky satellite and break your hot cocoa with Invincible Missile!
HA HA! NO MORE HOT COCOA FOR CHICKEN PERSON!
What is that, chicken person? You sad for is of no hot cocoa?
This is face of Gnomunist Regime caring: THERE IS OF NO FACE, HA HA!
I'd be more concerned of the rockets than the satellites.
Also, next thing I'll hear about is probably the North Korean Metal Gear.
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Also, next thing I'll hear about is probably the North Korean Metal Gear.
How is you of finding out! WHO IS OF SAYINGS! REVEAL SOURCE!
You western pig-dogs smuggling secret microfilms in watermellons!
Then you of wonder why Great Leader make satellite. Gnomunist Regime is victims here, really.
I'm next to Russia. I wouldn't say I'm very western for that reason.
I have chortles. The smile of your threats are wet and unappetizing like the bottom of the frying pan which is layered in the grease of defeat. Grease that is thick and chunky with the sausage of your doom.
Fawful is in the big comfy chair, cozy with the sipping of the hot cocoa of mockery that laughs at your face like a caricature drawn by a kid that is stupid. You have the impatience. You must stop and sample the sprinkles in life's salad bar.
I have amusement!
Threatening sayings of no content you say! Glorious Gnomunist Regime is without amused!
Fist of Great Leader descent from sky satellite and break your hot cocoa with Invincible Missile!
HA HA! NO MORE HOT COCOA FOR CHICKEN PERSON!
What is that, chicken person? You sad for is of no hot cocoa?
This is face of Gnomunist Regime caring: THERE IS OF NO FACE, HA HA!
I am lacking in cocoa. Fawful is cocoaless.
But is no for changing! Sending you your missile for to high-five Fawful's face with the power. Your plan that I laugh at now makes for more laughing! Missile is make of the cheap! It will be on the hitting of the pigeon-bird and of the falling to pieces like the cookie crumbles. The cookie of your tears!
I HAVE VICTORY! Easy as bread sandwiches.
President Anklebiter, we must not allow... a mine shaft gap!
Ten females to every male? Chosen for their qualities of sexual attractiveness? Hmmm.....
Did they not get the memo that we can shoot down satellites?
Why would you want to shoot down our weather satellite?!?
Did they not get the memo that we can shoot down satellites?
Blowing up satellites is a very very bad idea if you want a space program in the future all that junk floating around taking out other satellites.
All you need to do is nudge it so it burns up on entry.
It does be appeared that Fawful has given burned head of gnome a case of the fleeings. Of course we all is for the knowing that soon as it is said that burning face will be back with the excusing of the "retreat of the tacticals". Fawful's enemies are predictable like the mailman with very good watch. The mailman who brings the package of your misery to place upon your doorstep, marked with the label of "Thank you for your patroning!" and signed "From Fawful, who enjoys the soundings of your tears".