Only sounds I heard were queef noises, as two cunts talked to each other.

Oh to be able to set up a couple of claymores in that room.

According to my old drill sergeant, the Z-Monster is about to get him!

He probably has an after-market, tacti-cool, flash suppressor with something designed to break glass, and he finally gets to use it.
Fucking douche-canoe.

And I’m good with that.

Let’s hope

IDGAF what spork-foot says, there is not a redemption arc for her.

That move is called “the double-fisted glory hole.”