They don’t know any better

Our heroes open live gunfire to the Polish presidential palace when they fell out of the sky one engine on fire of NATO SS Spartacus Warplane. "Fock the police."

They had to deal with corrupt politicians and police of Polish sexual sect SODRA. Their first interest was to have unauthorised SS Spartacus flight when engine on fire landing in Lublin, Poland, the NATO warplane made wildfire in the woods.

Their unsuspecting minds the return of Dr Fujimaru, Katu Netu, Girts Bosu and their henchmen Somali Pirates the yakuzines nakama.

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"The Nigerian bot. Our Yakuzines nakam is of far greater assistance than the South Italy Nigerian Gamora."

"Bakarou Polish leader thought we let him go and his cheap wife serving SAS soldiers garrisons stroking and sucking their deprived guns for a border patrol missions relief."

"I think her hands are fit for the Koto instrument. I hope she cooks for us Uji or Umi flavours."

"It was strange today we drove from Berlin to Warsaw to hear Lublin forests on fire."

"Yes, it was sort of an unknown radio show."

"Lets focus for our Nigerian Bot team looking at the way Somali Pirates will find our good piece of clitoris when we deal with it."

"They do not know any better when it comes to Yamashita's Gold than those polish wankers."

"We kill them."

Dr Fujimaru walks out of a petrol station carrying a couple bottles of water for his two Nigerian men. They hired guns to trace and execute a Polish criminal organisation hoping to cause crime in another international criminals group territory.

"They die fast like a rotten possy." One Nigerian soldier goes in drivers seat taking a bottle of water from Dr Fujimaru.

"I will rape to nothing Polish sexual SODRA."

"I hope their leadership is built of grey sick men even our Africans would call children hunters in the toilet. I think the Polish weird faces of Arun Duchas and Gediminuxcha Seksas.'

"I cannot pronounce those sick Polish names. Let's get in the vehicle."

When a conversation in other end further from Warsaw our NATO heroes the black Friday Organisation made an assembly point to see how they will meet with additonal forces of Nigerian Cheslov and Lithuanian Stefan.

"I heard Stefan say OK on the telephone they are arriving by the vehicle from Munich they loaded and replenished their supplies of weapons and arsenal they have enough gunpowder to piss on Polish head of state.'

"Yes Simon, it was a mistake to avoid NATO Vice-General Mark Ta advice take our unauthorised flight while it was in repair."

"We did rush things boys, but Pioter Blat will make sure their mothers will cry when I fiinish with them."

"I miss Dutch brothels and Belinda."

"How was she Lord Ignacius?"

"She was a great fock Simon Says."

"I am happier you drove a used car. I had her in a train carriage as well you was able to observe it."

"Ok. Team! Let's move out. We have a couple hours before our back-up arrives. We do hit and run operation to end the European cockroach madness."

"Yes Captain Magnum Mage."

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The early morning night before they arrived in the skies above Poland.

Intelligence Officer Pioter Blat had a warning signal beeping in the flight's cockpit to see lights of flames coming from the right engine additional to their flight lights and beeping navigators to see past fog complicating their flight conditions.

They made an urgent take-off to see criminals in biological warfare to see their case closed; they would not have enough time to avoid justice.

Our NATO heroes did dispose of Dr Bider, his daughter and her fiance, his Pachinkos Lab, was built of GFS, FBTT and was the last unit to see death.

It was in Poland and their head of state office to the head of Parliament did manage remnants of operations could harm European security.

Their leadership was built by President Arun Duchas and Prime Minister Gediminuxcha Seksas. Our NATO heroes intended to kill the heads of state. The Japanese mafia, Yakuza, had the same intent.

"Shiit, Pioter Blat why are we all beeping and wrecking the sky side to side like a baby rocker. I hope you have all of your safety certificates up-to-date."

"Fock my friend, I think our engine is on fire because we took off before our engineers fit in the engine part."

"I was happy they did kill Dr Bider and his family, we murdered the sick Queen of Netherlands Patricia Willingless, we kicked to blood Overlord from Poland Rob Dutch, you guys had great orgy and focking in top of the class Estonian whore house, we did in Vienna took care of band of bandits, those Biders Pachinkos, and I do not have enough time to spell more because..." Simon Says took a strong grip to take a second captain's seat and fasten his seat belt.

"We are hitting the top of the Trees!" Pioter Blat was screaming his words out attempting to tilt the buttons panel above and twist his steering wheel in and to sides softly releasing left pedal he could gain strength back to gravity and altitude or soften the blow of unplanned flight landing.

"Welcome to Lublin." Captain Magnum Mage kick's off the piece of cheap scrap metal over his body. He could inspect his unit.

He hands his hand to Lord Ignacius. "I could not expect it when we left Bay of Plenty military field near Amsterdam."

"I would prefer to stay in Amsterdam's Estonian Brothel and fock Belinda a little longer but Pioter Blat murdered her butt naked when I finished off her face."

"Who knew." Lord Ignacius picks himself up off the ground, his ankle stuck in a spare seat twisted metal; he finds it hard to set his foot free.

Captain Mage picks the debris off his waist to his foot seeing he will need assistance. "I go to take a look for others and see if they are any good to help. "

He steps out the plane rear to see half of the warplane they were in the pilot end is 30 meters ahead of them and behind them a trace of burning line of flames setting woods on fire.

"I think Pioter Blat set petrol loose, we could make a soft landing." Our Magnum Mage jumps off the rear on dark soil in the night to look for other survivors. He remembers the conversation with his commander in chief Mark Ta words.

"You do not take this flight and let the politicians handle the rest of the rats."

"I do not copy and can smell corruption evolving before we kill off biological weapon shortly available on our peaceful European streets."

"I do not authorize."

"I am sorry I am losing transmission. Do you copy?"

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The morning they took the flight.

"I love to fock Polish corruption."

"I am with you Simon. I would love another great focking and staying in the whore house killing them after leaving to prevent paying them up."

"Yes Lord Ignacius. You make sure our Pioter Blat shoots them dead once you tit fock them."

"Ok. Let's get ready to move out. We have to dispose of corrupt Police officers and the government in Poland."

"They are, kurva, that is what Polish call themselves."

"You too Pioter Blat, pack your bags. We are leaving in ten."

They joined in their black business car Pioter Blat had arranged for their trip to the airport. It was undertakers shiny black polish colour the lines of sunray covered on the sides.

Business class vehicles were able to hear their footsteps closer to it when they were to open their doors. The lights flashed and the silver grill of the vehicle portrayed a statute allowing passers by to know who is driving it.

The sun was coming up early this morning. They join in their leather seats, the smell of fresh polished leather out of the car rental salon. Pioter Blat did well renting their transport to the military facility of Amsterdam's military bay of plenty.

"Welcome to the gates. Have I been able to see your pass for today's visit?"

"Welcome. I am NATO officer Pioter Blat and I am here to escort my friends. Our NATO Captain-Lieutenant Mage, and his two officers Ignacius and Says."

"Danku-well, your ID pass is clear. You have a great day sir in our Bay of Plenty airfield." Their gates do open. "How did you made us in?"

"I made a fake log only available in their internal monitoring system. We are visiting combat trainees."

"What?!"

"Simon. We are on an unauthorized flight taking our SS Spartacus with us."

"Yes, Captain Mage. I am ready with you."

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The drooling failed engine sound wave was coming from the sky and below them near Lublin forest was a concert. "Bravo! Valio!" The crowds were cheering.