I am reminded of the time Angry Joe and I were in D.C., and Joe wanted to film a sketch in front of the Supreme Court, dressed as Corporate Commander. I made him wait while I went to the nearest policeman and told him what we were up to, fearing a sharpshooter would take Joe out.
I put myself in the mind of one of the rooftop snipers, idly scouting for threats when suddenly, he sees COBRA Commander, and instincts hardwired in since childhood take over, and without even thinking, the trigger is pulled.
I mean, think about it: this is why you became a sharpshooter *in the first place* was fantasies of drilling a hole in COBRA Commander's head from half-a-click out with a gun that shoots bullets the size of bananas.
Anyway, end of story, the cop just sort of shrugged and said "whatever."
After all, COBRA Commander screaming on the steps of the Supreme Court building is hardly the weirdest thing he's seen in Washington, D.C..
After all, COBRA Commander screaming on the steps of the Supreme Court building is hardly the weirdest thing he's seen in Washington, D.C..
I was still stupidly paranoid the whole time. Walking around dressed as COBRA Commander with spec.ops snipers on every rooftop is like golfing in a lightning storm. You just don't *do* that.
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