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Above your pay grade.
Dare you enter my magical realm? Depends, does it have oil?
It will be good to have you back, sir. It has been a... trying few years to be a federal employee, as of late. I'm quite ready to return to liaison duty. Grant damn it, I miss the rabbit and the dog. Those animals were less of a circus.
Also how can a mop be flaming and wet at the same time, unless doused with oil? Napalm.
That's the joke.
Now that I've had a brief taste of freedom I don't want to work tonight.i dont want to know what that kind of freedom tastes like.
<raised eyebrow>
I'll need you to come with me, sir.
You don't tell me what I can't do! It's in the rules, ma'am.
Your limousine is ready, sir.
Halt, citizen.
You're both coming with me, gentlemen. *secret agents swarm out of everywhere and drag Cricket and Equinox off to some hidden bunker somewhere, waterboard all the information out of them, then put a bullet in both their brains. Twice.*
Nothing to see here, gentlemen.
Message received, over. Echo tango bravo.I copy echo tango bravo, requesting backup zulu whiskey mariachi Affirmative. Suits en route whiskey mark seven golf mike tango.
Message received, over. Echo tango bravo.
Everything is go. Alpha tango bravo. Whiskey tango foxtrot. Over.
Eagle tango, over.
Equipment engaged, sir.
Presidential Water-to-Oxygen Liason, sir.
Welcome back sir.
Ready the red carpet anemone. Over.
I can't help but feel like some people get really worked up over the most unimportant stuff.How to properly have fun is a matter of national security and no joking matter. That's why we're here, sir.
All systems go, sir. Whiskey tango foxtrot.
Tracer Bullet, P. I.? ;) Everything is go, sir.
That's classified, sir.
Affirmative sir. Alpha-niner is go for tango charlie bravo. Roger.
That's not standard dress code, sir.
The sunglasses are standard issue, sir. They never come off. Orders.
The elections are over, sirs, and with only minor looting and rioting. Everything is under control. The next poster is being watched, sirs.
*tazes GIR*You fool, that will just energize it.{sparks, dances excitedly} {begins to throw tacos into fish bowl} *sigh* *slams a globe down around GIR* *boots it into the water*
Bogey four-niner. All units rendezvous to point whiskey romeo alpha tango hotel.
Scramble.
*tazes GIR*
Echo tango alpha six-three-fiver. All clear, sir.
Shame on you! No more capitalistic holidays here. My wallet is already empty. Sir, you'll need to come with me. We need you to answer a few questions.
Roger that, sir. Delta four-niner, tango bravo charlie. Over.
Very good sir. *speaks into collar radio* That's a twelve-niner on the seabird, over. Go forward with reconstitution as soon as calibration is complete. Also we'll need two fresh suits, over.
Allow me to dispose of that for you sir. *removes sign without reading and deposits in biohazard wastebin*
Wait, Sam & Max aren't tied into LucasArts at all anymore, right? No sir. TellTale Games now has Sam and Max, sir. The LucasArts contract expired in 2005 and was never renewed.
Very good sir, it's tied off to your private dock.
Would you like me to have the Presidential Yacht brought in for you to sink, sirs?
2012, sir.
We're keeping on eye on things here. Everything's clear here, sir. |