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Story: Closing Time (Catch-22 2)
Fat and Skinny had a race to make the most of the fact that a number of features in the M & M Shhhhh! were identical to those of the old Stealth.
"Sir, your fucking ejection seats were originally in plans for the fucking old Stealth. Our reports show these fucking seats were shredding dummies in tests."
"We can supply you," said Milo, "with all the replacement dummies you need."
Fat fell down and broke his face.
"He was concerned, I believe," interposed the Dean of Humanities and Social Work at the War College, "about the men, not the fucking dummies."
"We can supply as many men as you need too."
Skinny was muddled, and Fat was struck dumb.
"We are inquiring as to their safety, sir. Your machines, you say, can stay aloft for long periods, even years. Our machines with men aboard must be able to come back."
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Yeah, what for?"
"Why the fuck do they have to come back?"
"What the fuck is wrong with all you fucking idiots anyway?" demanded Wintergreen, with a disbelieving shake of his head. "Our plane is a second-strike weapon. Colonel Pickering, will you talk to these fucking shitheads and explain?"
"Certainly, Mr. Wintergreen. Gentlemen, what the fuck difference does it make if the fucking planes come back or not?"
"None, Colonel Pickering."
"Thank you, Major Bowes, you fuck."
"Not at all, you bastard."
"Gentlemen," said Skinny, "I want the record to show I have never in my life been called a shithead, not since I was a young boy."
"We're not keeping a record."
"Shithead."
"Asshole."
"Prick, where would they escape to?" asked Wintergreen. "Most of everything here is gone then too."
"Permit me," snarled Skinny, leaving no doubt he was bitter. "Your fucking bombers, you say, carry nuclear bombs that will penetrate the fucking earth before exploding?"
"Your fucking missiles can't do that."
"Please tell us why the fuck we would want them to."
"Well, you fucking people, in your fucking assessments, always emphasize enemy underground bunkers for their fucking political and military leaders."
"Do we fucking emphasize that?"
"Does the President play Triage?"
"You should read what you write."
"We don't like to read."
"Sir, your fucking ejection seats were originally in plans for the fucking old Stealth. Our reports show these fucking seats were shredding dummies in tests."
"We can supply you," said Milo, "with all the replacement dummies you need."
Fat fell down and broke his face.
"He was concerned, I believe," interposed the Dean of Humanities and Social Work at the War College, "about the men, not the fucking dummies."
"We can supply as many men as you need too."
Skinny was muddled, and Fat was struck dumb.
"We are inquiring as to their safety, sir. Your machines, you say, can stay aloft for long periods, even years. Our machines with men aboard must be able to come back."
"Why?"
"Why?"
"Yeah, what for?"
"Why the fuck do they have to come back?"
"What the fuck is wrong with all you fucking idiots anyway?" demanded Wintergreen, with a disbelieving shake of his head. "Our plane is a second-strike weapon. Colonel Pickering, will you talk to these fucking shitheads and explain?"
"Certainly, Mr. Wintergreen. Gentlemen, what the fuck difference does it make if the fucking planes come back or not?"
"None, Colonel Pickering."
"Thank you, Major Bowes, you fuck."
"Not at all, you bastard."
"Gentlemen," said Skinny, "I want the record to show I have never in my life been called a shithead, not since I was a young boy."
"We're not keeping a record."
"Shithead."
"Asshole."
"Prick, where would they escape to?" asked Wintergreen. "Most of everything here is gone then too."
"Permit me," snarled Skinny, leaving no doubt he was bitter. "Your fucking bombers, you say, carry nuclear bombs that will penetrate the fucking earth before exploding?"
"Your fucking missiles can't do that."
"Please tell us why the fuck we would want them to."
"Well, you fucking people, in your fucking assessments, always emphasize enemy underground bunkers for their fucking political and military leaders."
"Do we fucking emphasize that?"
"Does the President play Triage?"
"You should read what you write."
"We don't like to read."
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