My skin glistens in the sun, hard as my courage. I do not bleed. I hurl grenades with pinpoint accuracy, am master of mortar, bazooka, and flamethrower.  No mission is too daunting.  I fight until I break apart, and the Tans never know what hit them.  No challenge will cause me to quit.  I am always cool in the face of heavy fire, setback, or obstacle, I keep going until I melt, then I get up again, and keep going.  No yard is too large.  I keep coming back for more.  I love the smell of plastic in the morning.

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