"Where's the damn rail yard, Mormon navigator-boy? This is the newly very mean motherf#cking President of the United States flying this old crate, and the coca farmer never did anything but sell paste to feed his family. Where's that g*d damn bank? I'm going to make a deposit, with some help from those Raytheon thieves."
Ready? "He can't do that!" (Repeat as needed, or as directed by your mafia lawyer).
Ready? "He can't do that!" (Repeat as needed, or as directed by your mafia lawyer).
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