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Hotel Bravo to Delta Tango. I see the barrel of your boomstick, but you're aiming a tad bit high. Bring it down to your six just a smidge.

Herschel, we implore you that we do not condone violence of any kind. Can you can you please not do anything in bombing?

Mr. Wrong, Gardner. What Tammy is saying is don't.

That looks much much better.

Now what are you tank tickler squawking about?

About the fact you and Cecil are seemingly about to ambush. God damn it, shotgun.

I didn't mean anything by that tank tickling comment. Don't take it personal.

I wasn't going to until you said that. Mr. Wrong, Gardner. Please don't do anything rash or stupid tonight. We are begging you.

Delta Tango, wait for my signal. I'll count you in. Copy.

Now what in the dickfield dixie cups you two talking about been Arnold? Did you just call me stupid?

No, son. I will drag you out of that radio station by your BVD's rip off your arms and do the dead man's macarena.

I didn't call you stupid. God damn right you didn't. I called this secret mission stupid. It sounds dangerous and ill-conceived at best.

Herschel, we cannot knowingly let you carry out some late-night hit live on the air.

If you and Cecil could just call off your ambush and talk about this, we'd appreciate it.

Greatly. What does Cecil have to do with any of this? And the time for talk is over and done with.

On my signal, we like this little bitch ass.

Should we call Deputy Lunchpin? I'm going to loss on this. Herschel, we will call the authorities if we have to. Please do not make us.

Buzzle up, Comrade. We have movement.

Lights in the back just came on. Stay low, stay silent.

And put your biscuits in the oven because we're about to butter them up. Hotel Bravo out.

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