After a good amount of vigorous, infuriated banging and screaming, a man donning a nifty ballistic suit approached the door of his cell and introduced himself. Thankfully he wasn't hostile, but his somewhat casual introduction served to further aggravate the already on edge Joe. Replying with an increasingly loud voice and occasional yelling, while dripping with white-hot rage and gallows sarcasm, he bought his face uncomfortably close to the door's open slot. 

 "Why hello there. Name's Joe, and I'm doing pretty well considering that I'M IMPRISONED IN A GODDAMN WAR ZONE. So how about you get me the EVERLOVING FUCK OUTTA HERE, and I'll greasemonkey all of your problems into nonexistance in a [i]fucking jiffy.[/i]"

 "Also, I have my own goddamn guns."

 The still fuming man stepped away from the door, in hopes of the friendly supertrooper having some sort of means to blast it open. Staring silently through the still-open slot, he crossed his arms and awaited, a constant scowl never leaving his face.


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