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March 13, 2009

Ted: Mins of Cov O.O. Recs; JD 2454852.86389

"I remember falling, but not hitting bottom. When I woke up, I could see the money. Freaking mountains of it! But then I heard a sound. It sounded like drums, or footsteps. Then I saw the torches. It terrified me in a way I'd never been before. Damn, I need a toot just trying to remember it."

---Pause---

"Thanks. Then, here comes this voice, screaming, 'You stole! You enslaved us! We paid for your fortune!' and stuff like that."

"So, reverend brothers, does my dream that I'm doing wrong?"

"No, sir, Mr. President. Just means that Hell is for Republicans."

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