Cap Mandrake
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Joined: 11/15/2002 From: Southern California Status: offline
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***********Bali Hai Dance Club, Perth, Nov. 10, 1942(c)********** Man in fine linen slacks: <on the phone> They are NOT Chinamen, they are Japs...... Well, that is the gig you took, my friend...... No chance in Hell. The contract says one month. You are already into me for two weeks of the contract with those stupid asbestos suits you wanted.......... Listen to me. You do NOT want to make Yamashita mad. The guy is incendiary...... Incendiary, you know, a hot head..... Well, of course they are bombing. It's a seige for Christ's sake. Look, just stay away from 77th Regt and 6th Guards from 08:00 to 10:30 every morning but don't tell the Japs. Mr. Honda lights the smoke pots there every morning to guide the bombers.... Alright, I will have Mr. Honda build you guys a slit trench northeast of town. You can wear your fancy asbesots suits during the raids...... Honda? No, he's not a Chinaman. He's Australian...... No, not Austrian. <rolls his eyes at the hirsute man sitting next to him at the bar>. AUSTRAAAAIIIILIAN. His crew is Mexican, however. I suppose you have a problem with that?...... Here is how I know you are going to fulfill the contract. It is a 300 mile walk to Exmouth and you clowns wouldn't make it 3 miles in those suits. I will send a PBY to pick you up on Pearl Harbor day and I don't want to hear any more whining. Comprende, amigo? <hangs up> Consanguinity, Yossarian, that's the problem. Hirsute man: Consan-what? Man in fine linen slacks: Yossarian, you semi-literate, SOB, consanguinity. It means of the same blood. Hirsute man: Milo, you are a pedantic SOB, you know that? Man in fine linen slacks: I should guard against that, shouldn't I? Hirsute man: Why change now, you entirely predictable SOB? Man in fine linen slacks: IDI! Give this offensive SOB a drink!
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