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| I hear rumblings, E.S....my contacts on the outside tell me that morale is the lowest it's ever been. | |
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| I dunno, Boss.. my morale's OK... | |
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| Not YOUR morale, dipstick, the morale of the troops. | |
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| But we don't have any troops, Boss, we're a company... | |
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| You're not the sharpest tool in the shed, are you, E.S.? | |
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| Er..No, Boss...er...was that the answer you wanted...? | |
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