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| "This is Boo-Boo, my imaginary friend. I bottled him and we're gonna dispatch him to a certain tyrannical sphincter in Iraq. Once our man is... crammed in place, he'll begin to emit a signal that will positively lock our target's position. Then we'll bomb the shit out of him. So the next time you go buying gasoline, remember this brave, tiny, unexistent person, who crawled up inside Saddam's rectum in order to guarantee your freedom. Godspeed, gentlemen." |
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