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launch silos
corporal! start the launch countdown!
yes general. countdown starting now! 10-9-8. . .
those scurvy dogs will never again insult our national pride!
3-2-1. . . fire ze missiles!
at last! our manifest destiny will be fulfilled!
er, general. sir. we have. . . er, we have a problem.
what do you mean? speak up!
the missiles did not fire, general. . . sir.
what? why not?
er, it seems that someone, er. . . forgot to load the silos. general sir.
you mean to tell me there are no missiles in there?
no general. do you want me to go get them?
do I want. . . yes! immediately!
ok sir. can I. . . can I borrow your car. general?
borrow my car? to get the missiles? idiot!
I forgot my bus pass. I could walk. I guess.
I don't believe this! what a way to start a war.
I'll be back by dinnertime, general. I'll walk fast.
why do I even bother?
can I bring you anything else, general? besides the missiles, of course.
yes. a bottle of vodka. no, make that two. my head hurts.
very good sir. I mean, I'm sorry sir.
yes, me too.
yes general. countdown starting now! 10-9-8. . .
those scurvy dogs will never again insult our national pride!
3-2-1. . . fire ze missiles!
at last! our manifest destiny will be fulfilled!
er, general. sir. we have. . . er, we have a problem.
what do you mean? speak up!
the missiles did not fire, general. . . sir.
what? why not?
er, it seems that someone, er. . . forgot to load the silos. general sir.
you mean to tell me there are no missiles in there?
no general. do you want me to go get them?
do I want. . . yes! immediately!
ok sir. can I. . . can I borrow your car. general?
borrow my car? to get the missiles? idiot!
I forgot my bus pass. I could walk. I guess.
I don't believe this! what a way to start a war.
I'll be back by dinnertime, general. I'll walk fast.
why do I even bother?
can I bring you anything else, general? besides the missiles, of course.
yes. a bottle of vodka. no, make that two. my head hurts.
very good sir. I mean, I'm sorry sir.
yes, me too.
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Great work !
honeyj club has replied to Bob Taylor clubunfortunately, the reality is too often otherwise.
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