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| Thanks for coming to the office. Why aren't you doing your job, secretary of war? | |
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| Because you've been taking up all the space in the comic strips? | |
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| No, seriously. All you do is sit in your cubicle and eat apples. | |
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| Oh come on man, you haven't told me who you wanted to go to war with! You're the dictator, not me. | |
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| I thought we established that we were going to war with everyone but France and Canada? | |
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| Maybe, but no one told me that. Your fat blocks all the sound from coming into my cubicle, and you never call me into the meetings. | |
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