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(subjective narrative description based on actual facts)
first there was cannon fire.
then the cavalry came through.
then the soldiers came through armed with one million stale tortillas.
i was the general and i drove a camaro.
the enemy was restless and they started to play ms. pac man on a very nice 42 inch plasma television that was mounted onto their country's flagpole directly behind their artillery. when the waiter came through the trenches, the enemy ordered scallops wrapped in bacon and a fume blanc.
i remember the demeanor of my troops. they were bloodthirsty savages waiting for action. it was going to be a slaughter.
then we were bombed by the alcp-32djfaljcie403ians from planet aljlj300cl1` in the interstellar system named tuiii8v99. everyone was lost on both sides, including myself, yet i still managed to get off these last notes, post-life:
there was a light the color of a really effective dog collar.
i drank whiskey with aliens.
before i passed out, i think i went skinny dipping with the aliens.
that's all i remember about the battle of nectarines.
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