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| Thirty seconds? We're only standing 200 feet away from the (hic) damned thing. We're gonna get vaporized! | |
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| Say, who's in charge of telling us when to clear out of the blast area? | |
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| That would be Doug, our studio exec... | |
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| Oh, that explains it. I threatened to staple his eyelids to his foreskin unless he gave me a real assignment... | |
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