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Gonna get fully wrecked at the happy turtle


Queen Daenerys Stormborn of the House Targaryen, the First of Her Name, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Lady of Dragonstone, Queen of Meereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, the Unburnt, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons
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Fenrir Jan 27, 2022 @ 5:54am 
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Fenrir Aug 21, 2020 @ 12:32pm 
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Hat Feb 23, 2020 @ 7:01pm 
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Fenrir Dec 25, 2019 @ 3:45am 
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the plane
Not a creature was stirring, not even Bane
The flight plan was filed with the agency with care
CIA knowing the hostages wouldn’t all reach there

The prisoners were kneeling with bags on their heads
With visions of sleighbells and crashing sleds
And CIA in his polo, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap

When out on the clouds there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the seat to see what was the matter.
Away to the aisle I flew like a flash,
Tore open the seatbelt and turned in a dash

After shouting and shooting, and questions of Bane
One interrupted Wilson, with self-satisfied disdain
When, what, from under a hood should appear,
But a man, with a mask, and soon it was clear

Bigger than average, but still under detain,
I knew in a moment it must have been Bane
More rapid than eagles CIA’s surprise came,
And he pointed, and shouted, and called him by name
Fenrir Dec 25, 2019 @ 3:45am 
“Bane?” he gasped, with shock and surprise
As he realised his flightplan hadn’t included this guise
How vital was the mask, CIA began to wonder
When it would soon sink in he had made such a blunder

Pain would occur, although the target unclear
Until Bane interjected with CIA’s biggest fear
For when told he was a big guy, Bane responded with glee
That CIA feeling glum is how it would be

Then it was revealed that the capture was intended
And CIA’s flight plane would need to be amended
But then from behind, another plane appeared in the distance
with Bane adding that he needed Pavel’s assistance

CIA’s dismissal of Bane’s success
because his source of dreaded distress
The plan was to crash, with all on board
Presents and all, with Bane’s freedom restored

So Bane sprang from his seat, to his team gave a shout,
And down they all slid into his masterplanned rout
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he rose out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"