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Well, its because you've just given yourself away, Captain. You're no more German than that scotch.
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Here's what's going to happen; you are going to stand up, then walk out that door
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No, no, no, no, no, no. I don't think so. I'm afraid you and I... we both know, Captain... no matter what happens to anybody else in this room... the two of us aren't going anywhere. Too bad about Sergeant Wilhelm and his famous friends. If any of you expect to live, you'll have to shoot them too. Looks like little Max will grow up an orphan. How sad.
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Well, if this is it, old boy, then I hope you don't mind if I go speaking the King's (English).
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By all means, Captain.
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*points glock at your crotch* That makes two of us
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Looks like we have a bit of a sticky situation here.
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*fires at desticles testicles* Very sticky...indeed