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Mr. Gottlieb,
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I'm to drop a 2,400 pound thermonuclear bomb.
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I need more than a prediction.
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Well, uh, that's a problem, then
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because see, he actually
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can't give you anything more than a prediction.
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No Kaiju entrails over my side of the room.
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You know the rules.
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Every bloody day. It's incessant.
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Gents! On point.
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Numbers do not lie.
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Politics and poetry, promises,