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	He's the protagonist of a [[/co/\|children's TV show]] that would work wonders if he enlisted in the [[Imperial Guard]].		He's the protagonist of a [[/co/\|children's TV show]] that would work wonders if he enlisted in the [[Imperial Guard]].
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	He's the protagonist of a children's TV show that would work wonders if he enlisted in the [[Imperial Guard]].		He's the protagonist of a [[/co/\|children's TV show]] that would work wonders if he enlisted in the [[Imperial Guard]].
	Loves "Hot mommas" and his hair just needs some dye to make it into a commissar's hat.		Loves "Hot mommas" and his hair just needs some dye to make it into a commissar's hat.
	[[Image:Johnny_Bravo2.jpg\|frame\|left\|This is your vanilla Johnny Bravo]]		[[Image:Johnny_Bravo2.jpg\|frame\|left\|This is your vanilla Johnny Bravo]]

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	Loves "Hot mommas" and his hair just needs some dye to make it into a commissar's hat.		Loves "Hot mommas" and his hair just needs some dye to make it into a commissar's hat.
	[[Image:Johnny_Bravo2.jpg\|frame\|left\|This is your vanilla Johnny Bravo]]		[[Image:Johnny_Bravo2.jpg\|frame\|left\|This is your vanilla Johnny Bravo]]
	[[Image:Johnny_Bravo.jpg\|frame\|right\|And now he's Commissar Bravo]]		[[Image:Johnny_Bravo.jpg\|frame\|right\|And now he's Commissar Bravo. '''"Hey Baby, that's Heresy!"''']]

	== Some Writefag Stuff ==		== Some Writefag Stuff ==

1d4chan>Not LongPoster Again: A few internal links and a little clean-up.

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A few internal links and a little clean-up.

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	~~''Original Thread:'' http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/13836896/~~		{{story}}

	He's the protagonist of a children's TV show that would work wonders if he enlisted in the Imperial Guard.		He's the protagonist of a children's TV show that would work wonders if he enlisted in the [[Imperial Guard]].
	Loves "Hot mommas" and his hair just needs some dye to make it into a commissar's hat.		Loves "Hot mommas" and his hair just needs some dye to make it into a commissar's hat.
	[[Image:Johnny_Bravo2.jpg\|frame\|left\|This is your vanilla Johnny Bravo]]		[[Image:Johnny_Bravo2.jpg\|frame\|left\|This is your vanilla Johnny Bravo]]
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	== Some Writefag Stuff ==		== Some Writefag Stuff ==

	“Alright, boys, listen up!” The commissar in front of the assembled troops took his place on the raised platform so that those in the back could see him. With his hat covering a balding head and his uniform stretched to accommodate his distended belly, he was not a physically imposing man. However, all men and women of the Guard knew that to reach his rank, you were required to fight the very demons of the warp and inspire others to follow. Not a single man spoke as he commanded the scene.		“Alright, boys, listen up!” The [[commissar]] in front of the assembled troops took his place on the raised platform so that those in the back could see him. With his hat covering a balding head and his uniform stretched to accommodate his distended belly, he was not a physically imposing man. However, all men and women of the Guard knew that to reach his rank, you were required to fight the very demons of the warp and inspire others to follow. Not a single man spoke as he commanded the scene.

	“Now, I'm sure you've all lost someone you know to the forces of Chaos, be it a brother of blood, a brother in battle, or your previous commissar, Emperor take his soul.” The mass of faces in front of him grew stern in reflection as he continued his speech. “But, darn it, you've all come a long way in this fight, and I know every one of you are willing to see it though to its grisly end. The enemy is ruthless, cunning, and most of all...eh...uh...Did anyone just hear a scream?”		“Now, I'm sure you've all lost someone you know to the forces of [[Chaos]], be it a brother of blood, a brother in battle, or your previous commissar, Emperor take his soul.” The mass of faces in front of him grew stern in reflection as he continued his speech. “But, darn it, you've all come a long way in this fight, and I know every one of you are willing to see it though to its grisly end. The enemy is ruthless, cunning, and most of all...eh...uh...Did anyone just hear a scream?”

	The heads in his audience perked up, listening to the wind that crept through the trees in silence. Then, a feminine cry could be heard from the field hospital.		The heads in his audience perked up, listening to the wind that crept through the trees in silence. Then, a feminine cry could be heard from the field hospital.
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	It was true. Men in the crowd were sighing, and hanging heads in shame. Someone spoke up in the back, “Where's Bravo?”		It was true. Men in the crowd were sighing, and hanging heads in shame. Someone spoke up in the back, “Where's Bravo?”

	The member of the commissariat was in shock. He had lead three separate armies from separate worlds against the forces of Chaos, Orks, and mutants, but never had he seen men simply not care about an attack. “FINE!” he announced to the group of disheartened soldiers, “I'll kill all the heretics myself, You just watch!” With nary another word he marched off the stand that allowed him to hide his shrinking height and unsheathed his saber, making for the endangered ~~hospitalars~~.		The member of the commissariat was in shock. He had lead three separate armies from separate worlds against the forces of Chaos, Orks, and mutants, but never had he seen men simply not care about an attack. “FINE!” he announced to the group of disheartened soldiers, “I'll kill all the heretics myself, You just watch!” With nary another word he marched off the stand that allowed him to hide his shrinking height and unsheathed his saber, making for the endangered Hospitallers.

	A Tech Priest hurried up to his side mid-march. “Now, sir,” he apologized in a slightly nasally voice, “I can understand your concern, but there's really no cause for alarm. Everything's perfectly normal!” The commissar turned to see the gaunt priest smiling at him with unmodified jaw or teeth.		A [[Tech Priest]] hurried up to his side mid-march. “Now, sir,” he apologized in a slightly nasally voice, “I can understand your concern, but there's really no cause for alarm. Everything's perfectly normal!” The commissar turned to see the gaunt priest smiling at him with unmodified jaw or teeth.

	“Son,” he shot back as he threw open the doors to the medical facility, “I'll admit I'm not familiar with yer customs on this planet, but I know that when a woman of the Guard screams, it's not for anything less horrible than what she sees on a daily basis.”		“Son,” he shot back as he threw open the doors to the medical facility, “I'll admit I'm not familiar with yer customs on this planet, but I know that when a woman of the Guard screams, it's not for anything less horrible than what she sees on a daily basis.”
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	As if to answer his question, a guardsman tumbled into view from around the corner, having been thrown with enough force to make him skid for a good half a meter, which was even more impressive considering the guardsman's sizable mass.		As if to answer his question, a guardsman tumbled into view from around the corner, having been thrown with enough force to make him skid for a good half a meter, which was even more impressive considering the guardsman's sizable mass.

	A ~~hospitilar~~ called out after him, “Not if you were the last man on EARTH!”		A Hospitaller called out after him, “Not if you were the last man on EARTH!”

	A short while later, a disgruntled commissar waited for an adept to finish patching up the man that was apparently the problem. The little girl, no older than ten, bounced happily on her heels as she applied gauze to the face of the guardsman called 'Bravo,' all the while humming and talking to him as though she didn't have a care in the world. To his relief, the guardsman at least looked bored out his mind from making small talk with a little girl.		A short while later, a disgruntled commissar waited for an adept to finish patching up the man that was apparently the problem. The little girl, no older than ten, bounced happily on her heels as she applied gauze to the face of the guardsman called 'Bravo,' all the while humming and talking to him as though she didn't have a care in the world. To his relief, the guardsman at least looked bored out his mind from making small talk with a little girl.
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	He ended his show by ripping the fatigues on his chest with a final, powerful flex.		He ended his show by ripping the fatigues on his chest with a final, powerful flex.
	The commissar stood motionless for a while, his weapon still pointed at the man's heart. He started to chuckle, then to laugh, and before long his belly shook with every gasped breath.		The commissar stood motionless for a while, his weapon still pointed at the man's heart. He started to chuckle, then to laugh, and before long his belly shook with every gasped breath.
	Bravo held his pose as Pops wiped a tear from his eye and holstered his weapon once more. “Son, I like you. Now put yer shirt back on and fall in outside. Them ~~Slaaneshi~~ cultists are on the move.”		Bravo held his pose as Pops wiped a tear from his eye and holstered his weapon once more. “Son, I like you. Now put yer shirt back on and fall in outside. Them [[Slaanesh]]i cultists are on the move.”

	Bravo raised a blond eyebrow. “Oh mama!”		Bravo raised a blond eyebrow. “Oh mama!”

	''-written by Command Squad''		''-written by Command Squad''

			== External Links ==

			* Original Thread: http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/13836896/

			[[Category:Warhammer 40,000]]

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	A hospitilar called out after him, “Not if you were the last man on EARTH!”		A hospitilar called out after him, “Not if you were the last man on EARTH!”

	A short while later, a disgruntled commissar waited for an adept to finish patching up the man that was apparently the problem. The little girl, no older than ten, bounced happily on her heels as she apllied gauze to the face of the guardsman called 'Bravo,' all the while humming and talking to him as though she didn't have a care in the world. To his relief, the guardsman at least looked bored out his mind from making small talk with a little girl.		A short while later, a disgruntled commissar waited for an adept to finish patching up the man that was apparently the problem. The little girl, no older than ten, bounced happily on her heels as she apllied gauze to the face of the guardsman called 'Bravo,' all the while humming and talking to him as though she didn't have a care in the world. To his relief, the guardsman at least looked bored out his mind from making small talk with a little girl.
	She pulled away from the soldier and clapped her hands together. “All done, Johnny!”		She pulled away from the soldier and clapped her hands together. “All done, Johnny!”

1d4chan>Mkvenner at 11:04, 10 February 2011

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			''Origianal Thread:'' http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/13836896/

	He's the protagonist of a children's TV show that would work wonders if he enlisted in the Imperial Guard.		He's the protagonist of a children's TV show that would work wonders if he enlisted in the Imperial Guard.
	Loves "Hot mommas" and his hair just needs some dye to make it into a commisar's hat.		Loves "Hot mommas" and his hair just needs some dye to make it into a commisar's hat.

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	''~~Origianal~~ Thread:'' http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/13836896/		''Original Thread:'' http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive/13836896/

	He's the protagonist of a children's TV show that would work wonders if he enlisted in the Imperial Guard.		He's the protagonist of a children's TV show that would work wonders if he enlisted in the Imperial Guard.
	Loves "Hot mommas" and his hair just needs some dye to make it into a ~~commisar~~'s hat.		Loves "Hot mommas" and his hair just needs some dye to make it into a commissar's hat.
	[[Image:Johnny_Bravo2.jpg\|frame\|left\|This is your vanilla Johnny Bravo]]		[[Image:Johnny_Bravo2.jpg\|frame\|left\|This is your vanilla Johnny Bravo]]
	[[Image:Johnny_Bravo.jpg\|frame\|right\|And now he's Commissar Bravo]]		[[Image:Johnny_Bravo.jpg\|frame\|right\|And now he's Commissar Bravo]]
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	A hospitilar called out after him, “Not if you were the last man on EARTH!”		A hospitilar called out after him, “Not if you were the last man on EARTH!”

	A short while later, a disgruntled commissar waited for an adept to finish patching up the man that was apparently the problem. The little girl, no older than ten, bounced happily on her heels as she ~~apllied~~ gauze to the face of the guardsman called 'Bravo,' all the while humming and talking to him as though she didn't have a care in the world. To his relief, the guardsman at least looked bored out his mind from making small talk with a little girl.		A short while later, a disgruntled commissar waited for an adept to finish patching up the man that was apparently the problem. The little girl, no older than ten, bounced happily on her heels as she applied gauze to the face of the guardsman called 'Bravo,' all the while humming and talking to him as though she didn't have a care in the world. To his relief, the guardsman at least looked bored out his mind from making small talk with a little girl.
	She pulled away from the soldier and clapped her hands together. “All done, Johnny!”		She pulled away from the soldier and clapped her hands together. “All done, Johnny!”

	He ran his hands through his ~~blonde~~ hair and hopped off of the bench he had been sitting on. “Thanks, kid.”		He ran his hands through his blond hair and hopped off of the bench he had been sitting on. “Thanks, kid.”
	The adept didn't break her smile, pleasantly reminding him that her name was Suzy.		The adept didn't break her smile, pleasantly reminding him that her name was Suzy.

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	Bravo held his pose as Pops wiped a tear from his eye and holstered his weapon once more. “Son, I like you. Now put yer shirt back on and fall in outside. Them Slaaneshi cultists are on the move.”		Bravo held his pose as Pops wiped a tear from his eye and holstered his weapon once more. “Son, I like you. Now put yer shirt back on and fall in outside. Them Slaaneshi cultists are on the move.”

	Bravo raised a ~~blonde~~ eyebrow. “Oh mama!”		Bravo raised a blond eyebrow. “Oh mama!”

	''-written by Command Squad''		''-written by Command Squad''