It's Monday. Fuck this for a game of soldiers.

This is the problem with war; the mess. The blood which only washed out with cold water - not hot, which cooks the plasma proteins like egg yolk and leaves a stain that no housewife can remove. Limbs everywhere; eyeballs popping underfoot as your men run towards the enemy to mow them down, and enough gore to swim in.

Yes, it's Monday, and it's fresh Upsideclown with George. She's not angry, oh no, not a bit. Well... maybe. Kill 'Em All. Good clean clown, like the old days.