Talk:Forward Intelligence Team
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I fully agree with this, i was once kidnapped by a FITs, i woke up in a dark room with nursery rhymes being played to me really loud over a megaphone. The next thing i remember is waking up on a bench at the embankment with a copy ot The Socialist jammed between by buttock cheeks. From that day on i have only been able to sign my name as Comrade and whenever i pass urine my winky hums the Internationale ... spooky