Flooding the gates,
attracting attention,
the boss gettin' away.
Piles of wasted clips
hitting nothing in the process.
One shot from you, they're down.
Send them on a job,
foiled by an 8 year old with a birth defect.
Nameless,
Faceless,
Pure cannon fodder.
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