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Type: Audio Caufman: I'm sorry General Mahad, sir, but without the munitions key - Mahad: What's your name, son? Caufman: Uh, Caufman, sir! P-Pri-Private Tim Caufman, sir! Mahad: Do you like potatoes, Tim? Caufman: Y-Yes, sir. I... I... I guess so, sir. Mahad: Good. Because if you don't find the goddamn key and have those munitions on a train by sundown, you'll be peeling goddamn potatoes for the rest of your goddamn miserable excuse for a military career! |
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