Ian sat in the ready room for his drop.  He checked over his gear.  Neurotoxins, check...detonators, check...plastic, check.... Looking around at the rest of his team he tried not to think about what he was going to do.  God! These bugs are getting fucking nasty.  The last extraction we did it would have been more merciful to blow the bloody bastards up with the bugs than to deal with rescuing what was left of them.  I mean the bodies were intact, but their minds.....shit!  I gotta score to settle with those bugs.  These guys just need to get me in close and then I do what I do...that is why they call me the exterminator.<br/><br/>*He waves a phallus shaped charge in the air*<br/><br/>This is my favorite....wound one of those bugs and I shove one of these wee things in his arse.  He starts vibrating and they get letting off their happy pheromones...another bug checks it out and BOOM!  They said I was sick when I made these up.  They are just bloody bugs and at least they die happy is what I say.<br/><br/><br/><br/>*He gives a wink*<br/><br/>God I hate these drops.  Can't move for shit and some fucking Lieutenant is supposed to drop us in the right place....those buggers miss all the time.<br/><br/>What is going on out there anyway.  Did I ever show you the bug dick I cut off from the last drop?  Better hope none of those bugs are buggers mate!<br/><br/>*Gives another wink*