There's something that just cant be replaced about being one of those poor sons of bitches down there with 2 tanks of kerosene strapped to their backs with fire poorin all over the VC The man in the dark pajamas, A formidable opponent indeed poppin outta one of them spider holes soaked with rice paddy aint no human in this world harder to ignite with your flame-tosser then one that's been seeing himself deep in that rice paddy wearin one of them little triangular hats, its supposed to keep the rain of em something you can't do when you been neck deep in muddy, maggoty, malaria-ridden water you poor son bitch, Ill send you straight to hell with my hellfire, fight fire with fire look both ways before you cross the street don't you take any wooden nickels you little VC lunatic...