Furir Fröjd:
Captain! I ask for permission to suggest a lethal air defense.
Kapten Sten Jern:
Granted.
Furir Fröjd:
I was thinking we could thrust some pitchforks into the ground, so when the russians land they get stabbed.
Kapten Sten Jern:
And how do we know they'll land where we've placed the pitchforks?
Furir Fröjd:
Well, we place them where they land.
Kapten Sten Jern:
And how the hell will we... Oh dammit...
[gives up]
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