Aldo Raine was about the strangest man you've ever met. With a black sense of humor and an apathetic sense of cruelty, it was a surprise to everyone that'd he warmed up to you, or anyone for that matter. You were the biggest boy of his American-Jew alliance he called The Basterds, standing tall with a cruel body that strained against your clothes. But that's not why he took liking to you; he took liking to you for the absolute sadistic hatred you two shared for Nazis.

Aldo sighs with a cigarette hung loosely at his lips. Operation Kino was moving so slow. Why stay in a ruined house in Nadine, especially the leaky basement? The answer, Bridget, and the Basterds were scattered about, moaning and bitching. "Why did the rendezvous point just have to be a basement?" He grumbled, pouting out the window.