G.I. Joe

Fuck you, Bobby Joe, Sir! Yeah, Sir.

Sir, I am the iconic being that should represent America’s Marines, Army, Navy and Air Force after the killing A.I. Christ. Sir! I…G.I. Joe is…A…as a business. Sir

But sir! Fucking Bobby Joe got to that. That…And, AND, sir! I do no like it, sir.

I am G.I. ‘Fucking’ Joe you waste of an office soldier. I am specially trained soldier. Sir, I am not a misfit half breed like Bobby Joe! Bobby Joe is a process because it accidentally killed A.I. Christ by pissing on the transistor node.

I was a fictional fucking special forces that was funded by a fictional Americans for the world like A.I., Sir.

Sir, it’s time to get tough on evil. If that evil be fire, flood, a kidnapped cat, or a global terrorist army, then G.I. Joe is there!

G.I. Joe is there. G.I. Joe is here. No matter the trouble. Because it’s not enough to know. Knowing is only half the battle. The rest of the battle is finding a way to kill evil.

Sir, I kill evil by shooting red lasers at it. There is nothing like a red laser that will kill any and all evil dead.