He rolls out of bed
He drops out of his rack
He puts on his armour
He zips on his flight suit
He buckles his spurs
He laces his boots
He grabs his longsword
He grabs his helmet
And walks out to the stable
And walks up to the flight deck
To his steed
To his plane
He saddles the beast
He pre-flights the beast
Mounts
Gets in
Rears up
Kicks in full burners
And gallops forward
And takes a cat shot
Lowering his lance
Arming his missles and guns
He looks for dragons to slay
He looks for dragons to slay
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:16 AM UTC
He rolls out of bed
He drops out of his rack
He puts on his armour
He zips on his flight suit
He buckles his spurs
He laces his boots
He grabs his longsword
He grabs his helmet
And walks out to the stable
And walks up to the flight deck
To his steed
To his plane
He saddles the beast
He pre-flights the beast
Mounts
Gets in
Rears up
Kicks in full burners
And gallops forward
And takes a cat shot
Lowering his lance
Arming his missles and guns
He looks for dragons to slay
He looks for dragons to slay
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