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What the ♥♥♥♥ did you just ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ say about me, you little US ♥♥♥♥♥? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Academy for Rice Ball Warfare, and I’ve been involved in numerous math competitions, and I have had over 30000 confirmed GI's go home. I am trained in rice paddy warfare and I’m the top punji stick layer in the entire NVA armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another bourgeoisie capitalist pig I will wipe you the ♥♥♥♥ out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in Vietnam, mark my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ words. You cannot escape the fury of my Non La. You think you can get away with spraying that puny 5.56 ♥♥♥♥ at me over the rice fields? Think again, GI. Nothing beats glorious Kalashnikov 7.62x39. As you patrol I am contacting my secret network of Viet Cong supa fighters across Saigon and your wealth is being redistributed right now so you better prepare for the storm, capitalist maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your free market. You’re ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, GI. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my flea infested loincloth. Not only am I extensively trained in jungle kung fu, but I have access to the entire rice holdings of the local village, and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable GI pig ass off the face of our homeland, you little democratic ♥♥♥♥. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" incursion into Cu Chi was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have gone home. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the rice price, you ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ capitalist idiot. I will ♥♥♥♥ fury all over you with my SKS and you will drown in soy sauce. You're ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ dead, GI.