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Camped out atop Mount Canistan, a lone ranger awaits his orders.
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"You boys get yer a$$es up to Mount Caneee-stan and tell Beach Head to pack his gear...
Then I want you to escort him to checkpoint 9 so he can meet with Dark Falcon. And be careful, dammit!!!
Cobra troops were spotted a few miles from the line... Now go! GO!"
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A few hours later...
at checkpoint 9.
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"Okay, here's the deal... Bin Jenkins is somewhere in these mountains, and he has
a weapon capable of destroying G I Joe forever. He's gonna sell it to whoever finds him first,
and he said he only wants $5 for it. I need YOU to find Bin Jenkins before Cobra Commander does.
Good luck, ranger..."
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"I've prepared this remote-controlled life-size tank for you to use in case you run
into any trouble along the way. The batteries should last for at least thirty minutes or so, give or
take an hour. Go north and then back south a little bit. When you see the curve in the rocks,
go right and then just start looking around to the left. You should see him..."
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"Man... Where the f#ck am I going??? I hate this country. It all looks the same...
I need a better assignment."
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"Holy $hit... What the hell is that?
Bin Jenkins, is that you? I'm here to deal.."
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"Who the f#ck is he talking to???"
"Hey, wait a sec... You're not bin Jenkins... ???"
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"What the f#ck is he waving at???"
"Hey man, what the f#ck are you doing under that rock!?!??"
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Meanwhile, back at checkpoint 9,
the Cobra caravan advances...
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