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– Hey, listen!
– What's up?
– I can hear a buzz.
– TERRORISTS, RUMSFELD! THEY'RE COMING TOWARDS US!
– It sounds like a fly or something.
– You mean a flying weapon of mass destruction?
– No, sir, seems like a real one indeed.
– You're telling me there's an insect flying absolutely free in the Oval Office?
– Yes, sir, that's exactly what I am telling you.
– Rumsfeld, how many times shall I say? There ought to be limits to freedom, dude! Call Powell, Rice, get me the Marines, but do something to keep that damn nasty creature away!
– Jesus, it's got a camera and a microphone...
– So it’s a journalist!?
– ... and a green-yellow flag!
– From Argentina!?
– George, por favor...
– Oh, my! That's you again! Hey, Rumsfeld, it's that brazilian motherfucker journalist.
– Sentiu minha falta, George?
– Bullshit! What are you doing here? You guys from the press are pissing me off. And besides: how come you keep on speaking that weird language of yours while everybody is speaking english? I hate reading subtitles!
– Never mind, George, let us talk in your language.
– Much better now. You know who’s in charge, that’s what they say.
– Who’s saying?
– HUSSEIN? What the fuck d’ya know about Saddam Hussein? Come on!
– Listen, George, you’re misunderstanding me. I’ve no idea of where he’s been.
– BIN? You mean ya also know about Bin Laden?
– Oh, George, come on! Now it’s you who’s pissing me off. I mean it serious, I mean it serious!
– RUMSFELD! WE SHALL INVADE SYRIA RIGHT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!