The one that got away, David, but shall he return, and I will personally airlift him by the B’s!
Now, to Khuja I say:
We’ve surrounded your “safe-house,” so you see, it ain’t so safe now that we have our guns pointed at you; yes, Khuja, that little red light flashing in your face is my gun pointed right at you, so I suggest you come out with your hands in the air, and by God I swear, if I see so much as a wink, all hell will come down upon thee (in the form of bullets)!
Anyone else feeling giddy with excitement?
