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A pungee, is a three stage concept, from Asia.

First, you have the concept of the target of the pungee. Who places the pungee, on your side, for the rival number, on their side, the same terrain role, to be caught by, always assuming that a logistics balance will be equal, which it is.

Second, you have the word pungee, the name of the trap, to place in your own language, for the trap you are deploying. Your troops, must call it the same as the enemy, but with the number system, they will not fall into the trap, because they're with the individuals who have set it, your terrain match, but they know what a pungee is.

Third, you must have the actual trap, always named pungee, or whatever the trap is, as a physical trap itself. That way, the enemy number will always fall in, and yours, will always avoid it, since they know it's a strategy, not a physical piece of boobytrap.

In the Vietnam War, one of many pungees, was the most lethal, the one named pungee, the bamboo chute in a small pit with leaves, to call medevac and gump up an entire intelligence quadrant unit, a patrol, so you could physically sight the enemy patrol quadrant, the Americans, when the helicopters evacuated the patrol's wounded. In a quadrant fight, you want to lure the enemy patrol, into your base. That way, the Vietnamese, wouldn't strike an enemy base, and the Americans, wouldn't be able to avoid a Vietnamese base. Americans used hills, and Vietnamese used tunnels. You can't see a tunnel evacuation, can you?

So let's move on to my pungee.

I had a particular skill, a tragically ill mother who died. That's an origins accountant, the female parent indicating a commodities and contracts origin. In case I got the movie draft, a snitch caught me and put me in a film role as a sweatshop writer, I decided to lay a pungee.

I prepared five candidates, in a Jethro Tull Aqualung, that were offended at an invocation of culture, cherrypicking each for a particular type of finance, necessary to a political movement, that any production studio backed by a national government would need.

George Washington, David Ben-Gurion, Dwight Eisenhower, Jerry Seinfeld, and Henry V.

They were rigged, in this front order, so any back order, would hit along their natural enemies, in a cross-transvex bassline.

Let me simplify the trick.

Washington, was a media president, the people loved him.
Ben-Gurion, was a founding concept, a youth brigade.
Dwight Eisenhower, was an imposter leader, he was represented by Eleanor Roosevelt, a prior First Lady.

You notice Dwight, is dirty, hence it was deployed second, after first, the low flat on the bass riff, the third note (not chord, bass is a note, chord is a guitar).

Jerry Seinfeld, a drafted wiseguy, he was forced to write by the police department.

This is the 'X', with Dwight, for a reversal of type, the contract to hide me, as a sweatshop, with the female politician, taking the flack.

Henry V, fought two wars, one against the Catholics in his own unit, and one against France, both on pressure of the Pope, the entire concept at his time, of international trade in food and arms.

Now, working this out, we can see the Aqualung bass riff, as 5-1-4-2-3, with the 4 and 2 on the linked flat, the pull, and the 3, as the low, the transition to the crash of the rest of the song.

The trap itself, is the dereliction of duty. The name of the trap, is bass guitar. And the rival number, is whomever drafts me, no matter what, with me as a roulette wheel trick, a Bugsy Moran, a -1 floating point on a separate purse from a casino purse, with the gambler playing the deck of cards, the 52 individual game purses inside roulette from the impossible odds being split (32 numbers, red and black, illegal green 0, the 16 and 64, and the speakeasy 'royale', the green 00, the last being a real numbers odds calculation of incalculable, with the manifold 11 and 11 indicating a 7 and a 3, a 7/32 for 0 and a 3/32 for 00, a 4 remainder 5, the quad link in the center of the snowflake fractal, or the 10 remainder 3/2, the hatter).

The pungee, only fires, if you media draft as an agent, of writing, instead of the college degree.

Otherwise, it never happened, just a grey sandalwood beach house, and a purple bottle of sloe gin.

So what's the rating, on the Bugsy?