Shout out to Snipers.
I'm sure the eleven days of isolation, with no movement, sleep, or food, combined with 98 degree weather, stale a** breath, and self-defecation are all well worth the satisfaction of putting a bullet hole the size of fist through that nigga you've been restlessly stalking like the homie from No Country For Old Men (cop that joint). Unfortunately, after compromising your mission cause a slight gust of wind threw the trajectory a half inch off.....well i'm not sure how happy you gonna be with that week old doo-doo in ya cameos.
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