"I can't wait for the annual accordion parade..." thought Jim as he oiled up his shotgun. This year would be much more entertaining.

Out on the Battlefield, John always wished he could be a suicide bomber.

"Why don't we just suicide bomb them right back!?!", thought private Mcjig. But it was too late, the bullet was on a clear path to his face. There was no goodbye, just the sound of metal ricocheting in his mouth and exiting in a gory mess in the back of h

"Instead of just dropping bombs from planes, let's drop guys HOLDING bombs!" H-Man suggested, but no one in the group raised their hand to agree.

Hitler sits atop his golden "H" near his pixel mountain making sure nobody points at the men holding explosives.