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RC Live Steam Tank
sevoblast wrote: That is the final version of the drivers training tank from Schwarzkopf, using a slightly worn out Tiger 1 chassis and two of the three cylinders from a DR42 heavy freight loco that bogged down in a field and had to be abandoned. The robot is actually the super secret Porsche-St Pauli exoskeleton developement for Sgt Paul-Klutz Piklesnatcher, whose bravery at knacking Sov armor while on his way to earning his RK was not matched by his skill, in that he occaisionally lost an appendage or two in the attempt. After his famous attempt to knock out the only JS 16 Superheavy Antinazi We Built It Because We Could Sov Tanque weighing a svelte 116 tons, in which the tanque was covered with the contents of the pig lot cess pit when Piklesnatcher's 50 kilo magnet mine had a premature detonation in his chosen hiding place, all they could find of Piklesnatcher was a finger nail clipping and one ear hair. However, this was enough for the scientists to put in the exoskeleton for a brain, and the rest is history.
Interestingly, when Piklesnatcher was taken to Schniklgruber to receive his RK, they had to rivet the medal to his chest. Piklesnatcher disappeared in the confusion of the war's end, but rumors still abound that he has been sighted from time to time working as an ostrich feather salesman in Argentina, as a waiter in La Alternativa Lifastyla Casa in Spain, as the prima ballerina in the Melinkiya Ballet in Moskau, and the latest is he is Hillary Clinton's hair stylist and clothier.
If Sgt Paul - Klutz Piklesnatcher was looking to terminate her and her son Markerina, no wonder she was getting the pints and Cubans into her. The Large scorch marks, Well that was the end of Sgt Paul - Klutz Piklesnatcher, as we know him. But as he said and I quote, I will be back, but as an advanced model. Probably with a steam powered turret.sevoblast wrote: So that's what happened to old "Plow my" Thatcherina. I remember her well. We was all sitting in pub one evening, and in she waddles smoking a Cuban, picks up one of the waiters by the neck with one hand and mentions she had a desire for a pint or ten. What a night that was. She must have smoked half a dozen Cubans that night, drained two kegs, and still managed to stand upright at 02 after tripping the light fantastic for hours. Young "Speckle Spats" Langschwanze offered to walk her home for her own safety, and she accepted. Last we saw of them she was igniting yet another Cuban and dragging Speckle Spats out the door. Never saw either one of them again. All we ever found was one of Speckle Spats' distinctive vertically striped pink and black socks, a half smoked Cuban, a couple of downed trees, 3 Perry Como records, and a large scorch mark in the middle of the park.