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Dishonorably discharged for a joint they did not roll, five Army burnouts survive on the Seattle underground. If you have a job too menial for other mercenaries, a fat sack of grass, and you can find them, they are The F Team Customer, "Are you really the best?" F Team, "...at cuddling." --- F Team arrives at the Explosive Barrel Warehouse near Burbank, CA. "Holy poo poo those guys have guns!" "That one has a cigar and a tattoo?!" "gently caress this, let's go back to Seattle." --- F Team sets up a sting operation to track Mr. Walter's oft-stolen Sunday paper. *20 Minutes Later* F Team has pizza delivered to surveillance van and spaces on Mr. Walter's paper. |
# ? Jun 16, 2018 23:05 |
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john "hannibal" smith: I'm a master of disguise. the reason is simple: nobody pays attention to a sandwich. friend: john, buddy, I've told you about ten times now, you're not a sandwich hannibal: holy poo poo a talking pizza |
# ? Jun 16, 2018 23:55 |
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"Did you doodle on this expense report?" "That's actually spiro. It's for verification purposes." |
# ? Jun 17, 2018 00:51 |
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"Ordinance inbound!" Lifts the beer bong |
# ? Jun 17, 2018 00:51 |
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bosco "b.a." (bad attitude) baracus: I pity the fool, but in a, like, deeper sense I envy the fool, 'cause he doesn't realize what's up |
# ? Jun 17, 2018 01:01 |
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the F Team convenes in a vacant warehouse to do what they do best, to once again construct some sort of machine to defeat the villainous gang who have terrorized the local community. several minutes of montage and inspirational music see the team welding, cutting and assembling some sort of giant contraption onto their signature 1960s volkswagon hippie van, culminating in a victorious high five between the members. cut to the outside where various townspeople are being run down and shot by the villains, one local farmer runs by the camera fully engulfed in flames and collapses onto the ground before being run over by a jeep. back inside the warehouse the team is engulfed in smoke, the camera pans up to reveal they've used their time to construct a massive bong that runs the length of their van and is accessed by standing on the roof. the stereo is cranking a classic live tape of the grateful dead, drowning out the noise of the coughing inside and the chaos outside. red eyed and supremely happy their leader looks into the camera "i love it when a plan comes together... lets do this team." the doors of the warehouse fly open to reveal the charred remains of the town, smoke still rising from the townspeople's corpses. the team reluctantly pokes at the very dead mayor who had hired them before sheepishly jogging back to the van and speeding out of town. episode ends, credits roll across the screen
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# ? Jun 17, 2018 01:14 |
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Luvcow posted:the F Team convenes in a vacant warehouse to do what they do best, to once again construct some sort of machine to defeat the villainous gang who have terrorized the local community. several minutes of montage and inspirational music see the team welding, cutting and assembling some sort of giant contraption onto their signature 1960s volkswagon hippie van, culminating in a victorious high five between the members. |
# ? Jun 17, 2018 01:16 |
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carefully forging my F team insignia to look like a B team insignia so my mom won't ground me |
# ? Jun 17, 2018 07:17 |
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theres a lot of weird misc sonic fan art on google images if you search for "the f team"
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# ? Jun 17, 2018 08:50 |
[movie narrorator] in a word where teams A through E have already tried,... and failed. F team "you wanted help, right? "sir, and with utmost and esteemed respect, all you've done so far is hit the naynay on my petunias after parking on my freshly manicured lawn and it's been hours." "First off bub, my dad is sir and I cannot stand that guy, last warning on bringing him up....anyway. if you must know I have a delicate "zone" I must achieve before I am able to enact any heroics. patience is a virtue, get it, warriors of virtue, homie remember? dang that movie was tight, golly ---------------- |
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# ? Jun 17, 2018 09:08 |
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F Team scout stretches in the pale red light just before dawn. He clamors to the top of a rise and surveys the scrub lands of Northwestern Syria. "poo poo, man, how did we end up in Texas? Gotta stop taking jobs while on Da Joose." |
# ? Jun 17, 2018 14:39 |
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http://tindeck.com/listen/awvhl
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# ? Jun 17, 2018 18:41 |
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there were a whole bunch of ways I could have done the joke of "a team theme but bad"
blaise rascal fucked around with this message at 18:44 on Jun 17, 2018
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# ? Jun 17, 2018 18:42 |
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hahaha |
# ? Jun 17, 2018 18:49 |
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Ha! I love it |
# ? Jun 17, 2018 19:02 |
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Slush Garbo fucked around with this message at 11:24 on Jun 18, 2018 |
# ? Jun 18, 2018 11:20 |
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Filling a smoke grenade with dab juice. |
# ? Jun 18, 2018 12:29 |
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"I'm a sniper with more than 600 hours of active training." "Huh, I had no idea you were in that much." "Yeah, bro, I freakin love CS:GO." |
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