Cap Mandrake
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********Funauke Fortress, Ishigake, June 20, 1943(c)************ Gen. Yamashita: ...Seattle..Boeing prant. B-24's kirring us. Man in fine linen slacks <nearly speechless..but recovers quickly> You want US to arrange to bomb the Boeing plant in Seattle? Gen. Yamashita: Yes, that-ah about size of it. Hirsute young man Boeing doesn't even make the..<he is kicked hard under the table>..Ouch! Man in fine linen slacks Look, Tomoyuki-san, even if this works, it won't stop the war. Gen. Yamashita: Hai, but make war rast ronger. American-mens get tired. Man in fine linen slacks <suddenly sit upright, invigorated by opportunity> LONGER! Tomoyuki-san, you are a genius. Think of the business opportunities. Hell, we could make a mint shorting Boeing stock. <turns to hirsute man> Do we know anyone? Hirsute young man Well, I know a guy in the training command at Pendleton, Oregon. He thinks I'm dead but they probably have 3 or 4 dozen B-18's. I think they could reach Seattle. But what about the employees at the plant? Man in fine linen slacks We go at night! Hirsute young man At night!? Hell, they'd be lucky to...<is kicked hard again under the table>..OUCH! Gen. Yamashita: Sprendid!
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