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December, 1938: Hitler is called into God's office.
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| I don't see what the problem is. You Yourself told me that I could annex the German-speaking parts of Czechoslovakia. | |
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| That's not the problem. The problem is that Me-damned battle song your army was singing as they marched in. | |
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| But why? It's a catchy tune. | |
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| It's TOO catchy! Now I can't get the fucking thing out of my head. I don't want any singing whatsoever when you invade Poland. | |
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| o/` Twenty twenty twenty four hours to go, I wanna be Sudatened, Nothing to do, nowhere to go, I wanna be Sudatened ... | |
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