We know all about them bastard people. Them bastard people with their budgets and their fancy circular ways of saying fuck you in thirty-eight syllables. They'll cut your throat soon as look at you, them bastard people, and they'll tell you its for your own good, because what you can do? We oughta send them back to Russia. That's what. Trouble is, it is really hard to track down bastard people. They camouflage themselves. You can think you're talking to a nice sensitive human, and all of a sudden you find your looking into them cold calculating eyes and you realize your up against one of them bastard people. It is never a nice surprise, either.


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