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Please submit your bid, someone from the Procurements Office will be in contact with you. Thanks!
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“Special Projects Office? This is RD. Yes, the RD, the one and only, who else? Don’t talk, just listen. Effective immediately, we’re accelerating the timeline for Operation Planet Ban It. Somehow, the subject has discovered or been informed of the plan, so we have to move quickly before she flies the coop, we know what a slippery type she can be. Coordinate with the people at the Transportation Office to pick her up and get her to the launch site this evening. Contact the Rocket Team and have them fuel the craft for a one-way trip to the Moon. Tell the Sustenance Office to load as many crates of Vegemite, mayonnaise and avocados as will fit. I have 99 problems, but pretty soon, Livvie won’t be one of them!”
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Fake, fake, fake art! Is there no end to the lengths you’ll go to in besmirching my good name? The true Randall D Randolph would not be caught dead with any of those three poisons, much less with all three!
Grrrrrrrrr.
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(barer bearer)
*Citation gets torn up and thrown away.
So, have you had lunch yet? I know of a nice little place nearby where they serve great sandwiches . . .
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I seek no favor nor special compensation.
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What, are you working for Livvie’s side all of a sudden? Grrrrrrr.
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You’re the only one who cares. (That’s why I’ll overlook that typographical error.)
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