In 1972, I escaped from a North Vietnamese POW camp, I used my Shaolin/Ranger/SEAL/Special Forces/Force Recon skills to clear the ghetto of drug dealers and jive turkeys.

After I bedded a blonde with an indecipherable accent, a sista with a huge 'fro, and an Asian chick with Yakuza/Tong ties, I settled down as an assistant manager in retail.

Now, after learning that the Tea Party is really a cover for Fu Manchu's, Cobra Commander's, and Michael Eisner's plot to send American jobs to Chinese labor camps, I've come out of retirement to Stick It To the Man one last time!

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