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Hey, you with the camera! The effulgence is supposed to come above MY head, not the f***king pilot's. You've got two seconds to get that f***king camera angle right, or you're dog-meat!
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.... and he tried to change the rules of the Capcom: you will hunt him down like the capitalist lackey running-dog that he is, and set a pack of starving dogs on him. And when they've finished with him, I want the plumpest one, let's see . . . perhaps lightly sauteed with wild mushrooms and a bearnaise sauce, washed down by a bottle of Bollinger. You guys can have the others . . . flambee'd, perhaps? What do you think?