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::tilts head slightly, cocks eyebrow:: Laser beams? ::shrugs, and wanders off, humming the Imperial March:: Dick Cheney! I should have expected to find you here holding Bush's leash. I recognized your foul stench when I was brought on board...
::eventually comes to a liquor store:: "Are you 21? I need your ID."
::waves fingers:: You don't need to see my identification...
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