| In the deserts of Iraq... |
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| "Of course I am. I mean, it looks like a camera, right? What did you think it was, some kind of super secret laser weapon?" | |
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| "Of course not, I just don't like having my picture taken." | |
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| "Yeah well tough! We're putting you on the front cover of Stars and Stripes Magazine whether you like it or not. Now, say cheese!" | |
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| One blinding flash later... |
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| "Aw crap!" | |
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