"Oh Father please don't burn us
or boil us in a pot.
Don't roast our nose or toast our toes
or fry us in a wok.
Don't (mumble mumble mumble mumble)
or tie us in a knot..."
Dear Father,
Rather than be our normal selfish pink fluffies, please be kind enough to help TacticalS! .
Lately his advancing age has resulted in an inate inability to not see trip-wires even though kindly placed out in the open by helpful platoonmates. He has lately been dying at an alarming rate every time he joins us on a map.
Ordinarily this provides us with much jocularity and we all enjoy seeing him die in some of the most exciting ways.
However much we enjoy it, we are tired of cleaning up the mess after hearing his pleas for mercy ( Oh, Helo! You are soooo dead!
) !Could you please help him?
Thank you God !
