Cap Mandrake
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************June 6, 1942, US Army Bureau of Overseas Deployment, D-ring, Pentagon*********** Army Clerk: ..yes..well..let me have you talk to Mr. Cheatham. <hands over phone> I. Dunn Cheatham, Esq.: Look jackwad! This is how it is going to be. If you want the 33rd in Brisbane we are talking 6 figures. Do you think you are ordering Christmas wreaths or something? Call me back when you have the funds, otherwise, the 33rd is going to Karachi. <hangs up phone> Look, son, when negotiating, you can't display weakness. It's like a couple of walruses fighting for the right to be beachmaster. You open your mouth real big and show the other SOB how big your ******* teeth are. I'll take 50K but I am not going to let him know that. Got it? Army Clerk: Yes sir. Big ******* teeth. I. Dunn Cheatham, Esq.: Damn right, son. Big ******* teeth. Army Clerk: Yes sir. Sir, what is a beachmaster. I. Dunn Cheatham, Esq.: Beachmaster? Why, that's the male with the biggest ******* teeth who gets to **** all the females. Army Clerk: Is that a good thing, sir? I. Dunn Cheatham, Esq.: Damn right it is! Army Clerk: You must really like your job, sir? I. Dunn Cheatham, Esq.: Me? Nah..I used to enjoy the hunt but now I am filled with a sense of emptiness and purposelessness. I should have listened to my mom. She wanted me to be a gynecologist.
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