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"Department of war. Fuck you want?"
"I WANT TO SPEAK TO WAR."
"Fuck off, they're fucking busy. Send a fucking email. Book a fucking appointment."
"TO WHOM AM I SPEAKING!"
"I'm the fucking secretary of war mother fucker! Who the fuck are you, fucking calling fucking thinking you can fucking get straight through to war, past me?"
"I HAVE MANY NAMES BUT YOU MAY KNOW ME AS DEATH..."
"Oh. Oh fuck."
"YES. INDEED."
"Can I say 'sorry' would tha- URK..."
"NO YOU COCK WEASEL. YOU MAY NOT"
