Well, I'm just a popular fellow these days, aren't I? Perhaps I'll have President Lowe on the phone when I finally make it back to the clubhouse.
He's out of his mind. Crazy, just as some of the papers would have it. He wants to buy WMDs from me? And if I don't sell them, he'll raid the warehouses anyway? To get his toys for whatever bloodthirsty
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