We don't believe you anymore.
All of you need an assignment where the food ain't so good, the alcohol can kill you and the perks mean you don't get eaten alive by bedbugs.
You guys are far too comfortable being thrown a comforter by the slimy creatures that inhabit the halls of power.
You peddle bovine scatology.
You are all in conflict of interest.
A tail dragging romp through the swamps of the world
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