"American pig dogs could be here" he thought, "I've never been to this village before. There could be CIA spies anywhere." The cool mountain wind felt good against his fat baby face. "I HATE AMERICANS" he thought. 'Laibach' reverberated his entire tank, making it pulsate even as the soju circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of American imperialism. "With a surplus T-34, you can go anywhere you want" he said to himself, out loud.