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Admiral: "We have reports of a Cobra movement in the Arctic."
Bill: "I'll head downstairs and tell pottymouth to get ready."
Arbie: "Say chief - which way do I turn this thing?"
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Admiral: "Just keep going straight... We're not going anywhere."
Arbie: "But I thought you said Cobra was doing something?"
Admiral: "They are. But we aren't going to stop them."
Arbie: "F#%K DAT!!! Why the hell not?"
Admiral: "Cause we're sending in your buddy on a solo mission..."
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As it turned out, Cobra Commander had sent an army to the Arctic in order to build several strategically placed Terrordromes.
The plan was to cut off the Joes trade route with the North Pole.
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Arbie: "My boy is gonna f#ck some $hit up. I feel goddam sorry for those Cobra muthaf#ckas."
Admiral: "Watch the mouth son!!! We here at G I Joe don't approve of curse words!"
Arbie (under his breath): "Whatever you say, you cracker-a$$ cracker..."
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Meanwhile, on the second deck, Arbie's homeboy was ready for action.
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"BEEEYOTCH!!!!!!
I'm gonna blast doze punk muthaf#ckas in da a$$es and den $hit down dey necks cause y'all know I'm a Bad Ass Mutha F#cka.."
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The new recruit, nicknamed Snake-Eyes because of his dice skills, boarded the Tomahawk
and was sent to the Arctic. His mission was to intercept a small platoon of Cobra scouts...
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