> "niggers are here" he thought, "i've never been in this continent before. there are niggers here." the cool air conditioning felt good against his bald head. "i hate niggers" he thought. oonga boonga music reverberated the entire conference room, making it pulsate even as the $74,930 adrenochrome circulated through his visible veins and washed away his (merited) fear of darkie politicians. "with a pen, you can pardon anyone you want" he said to himself, out loud.
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