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{ phase one has gone well...now let's see how it progresses from here... } "pardon me, Mr. blue skull?" |
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| "enter and be recognized." |
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"uh, Barry said that you wanted tomorrow's shipping schedules..." |
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"ah, perfection! What a nutrasweetened happenstance has passed at this juncture! Be savvy, I betide my brain...and create from these discordant numbers and statistical analysis a recipe for success!" |
| "yes, sir." |
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"but let not I corral my ponderings to the innards of my own brain casing! I am doubtless that thine own musings upon this business enterprise would be of great value--who's a good little metal doggie then?" |
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"I'm not certain I understand, Mr. blue skull..." |
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"why, the helicopter will fill you in later, once it has finished the whimsical trip around the city that Leon must have embarked upon as the notion struck him! For sooth!" |
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| "Would you like a junior mint?" |
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| "no thank you, Hildebrand." |
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"I'll let you look over those figures, then." |
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| { hm. } |
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