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December 16, 1998. Somewhere over Baghdad:
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| Our plans are almost complete, Commander Xorb. The Masters will be pleased when we conquer this planet. | |
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| The pitiful natives cannot match our advanced technology, Gleeg. It will be an easy victory. | |
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| We have chosen this large but insignificant city they call Baghdad for an object lesson, so that they will capitulate quickly. | |
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| Prepare the destructor beams, Gleeg! | |
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| President Clinton, they're going to impeach you tomorrow! | |
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| Fire some missiles off at Iraq to distract Congress's attention. I'm going to beat this thing! | |
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