Watch out. He's coming your way.
See you later, asshole.
Hey, Jan.
-You all right? -That's a good shot.
Like the love.
Yeah.
Looking good, Barry.
Looking good, you handsome motherfucker.
We gotta get you out of those wet clothes and into a dry martini.
-What? -l said, ''Out of the martini?''
-Get away from me. -All right.
Two shots, please.
How about a little Sex on the Beach?
l think my place is closer.
-You wanna get out of here? -You looking for a little slap and tickle?
Oh, yeah. Something like that.
l'm gonna go grab a taxi, baby.
Okay.
-Yeah? -Barry, what are you doing?
You kidding me? She's hot as hell.
l'm looking for a little slap and pickle.
You sure you wanna do this? You're drunk.
l'm drunk. You're drunk. Everybody's drunk!
Hi, Daddy.
Hey, Mama.
Damn, that's nasty.
Come here.
l'm gonna butter your bread, baby.
Nice and toasty, please.
-You wanna get out of here? -Looking for a little slap and tickle?
Something like that.
l think l dropped my monkey.
How many licks does it take to get to the center.
l'm gonna rock your world.
l am going to break your dick off.
Suck them.
Lick them clean, Daddy.
Suck them. Suck them.
Lick them clean. Yes!
Suck them! Suck them!
Now, don't peek.
Quit squirming!
Oh, Daddy.
Oh, you dirty motherfucker, right there.
Come on.
l knew it the whole time.
l'm better than you!
Somebody had the pig snouts over here?
Who ordered the pig snouts?
Gentlemen...
...it appears it is time to initiate Operation Recipe Retrieve.
ls that the title we all agreed on?
l kind of like Operation Stein Grab.
Or what about Brauheist 2006?
-Oh, that's a good one. -lt's kind of spunky.
-Ja, it's fun. -One second.
-What if it takes longer than a year? -Ja, l was hoping to be done by 2007.
That's true. l have big plans for 2007.
Ja, we should take a vote, because l never liked Recipe Retrieve either.
This is not a democracy.
We always waste so much time arguing about names.
l'm sick of it.
l came up with Operation Recipe Retrieve, and that's the name!
-Okay, fine. -l like it now.
l'm sorry.
lt's just that l start to feel so cooped up in these U-boats.
l had a bad experience once.
Thank you.
Now, let's go get what belongs to us.
Battle stations.
Landfill! Landfill! Landfill!
Watch out. Okay, here comes the bubble. Get ready.
Damn it! lt's the bubble!
l know. No, it's a bitch. Don't worry. Come on.
You're getting better. Next time.
-Hey, guys. -Hey, Krista.
-Can l try that? -Honey, we're practicing.
-Hey, fill her up, okay? -Practicing for what?
-Nothing. -No, seriously.
You said you were practicing. Practicing for what?
Hey, honey, let's go take a look at the glockenspiels.
No, l don't wanna look at the goddamn glockenspiels.
-They're really shiny. Come on. -l don't wanna.
Well, hello, Dirty Harrys!
Holy cameltoe.
Ja, the last time we saw you...
...you were wearing your grandfather's ashes as a hat.
You have one minute to march out that door.
We have come for our recipe.
That's our recipe.
We figured you would say that.
Despite your thievery, we are prepared to buy it from you, right now...
...in cash.
Big deal. A suitcase full of Monopoly money?
Come on, those are euros.
What's that, like pesos? Yeah! Come on.
That is legal European tender.
We should have brought deutsche marks!
-But they are so hard to find! -They're not!
No, there's five ATMs.
No, there's a Quickie Mart right around the corner.
Enough!
Here is 500,000 American dollars.
lt's not for sale.
Well, why don't we make it interesting?
You seem like sporting fellows, no?
l am so sorry. l'm really sorry.
How about a match?
You win, you keep the recipe und the money.
We win...
-...the recipe is ours. -Give me that thing.
All right, Barry. lt's showtime.
Yeah, there's something l haven't quite told you yet.
l don't play Pong anymore.
What are you talking about, man? You're the best. Here, let's go.
-Come on. Let's go kick their ass. -l don't fucking play Pong!
Jesus, calm down.
Pull it together. You're acting a little crazy here.
Your wife didn't think l was crazy when l double-teamed her with ''Silo'' Johnson.
-The double-team. -The double-team.
Yeah, that's right. Never knew it was a three-way, did you?
-With the Silo? -Yeah.
Let me tell you something:
-He wasn't storing corn in that thing. -Son of a bitch!
Fuck it! l quit.
What? Barry!
The fuck is that?
Are we playing or not?
Time to scheiBe or get off the crapper.
Get bent, umlaut. We're gonna sell the shit out of this beer.
You are making a big mistake, cowboy.
Don't think you have seen the last of us.
Oh, l forgot the money.
You should get a pinball machine that works.
That machine works just fine.
Does it?
Folks, l'm sorry. Finish your meals.
Enjoy. Let's-- Come on, let's have some polka, all right?
-Fuck. -Hey.
-You know we should have played them. -l wasn't about to give them that recipe.
-What do you wanna do about Barry? -We don't need him.
We can get someone else.
What's that?
Local family restaurant...
-That's us. -...or disease-infested rat hole?
Expose Colorado has this exclusive interview with former kitchen workers...
...who will tell a story that will curdle your strudel.
What the fuck?
We were undocumented aliens smuggled off in a cargo container to work in the kitchen.
You gotta be kidding me.
It's very common for German restaurants to use immigrant labor.
It's true, Sandy.
Tell us about the work conditions.
The biggest surprise, other than the oppressive hours...
...was the unsanitary conditions.
Yeah. Last month my finger was cut off with the cake mixer.
When my finger fell into the cake batter, they didn't even stop.
-They just kept making the cupcakes. -Dear Lord.
And the rats-- Just yesterday I opened up a bottle of Schnitzelgeigerbr?u...
...and guess what I found? A rat fetus inside.
-It's true, Sandy. -Rat fetus?
-Oh, my God. -Goddamn it!
Now we really gotta kick those guys' asses.
Absolutely.
Schnitzengiggle Tavern.
No, no. lt was totally false. lt was a joke.
Yeah, l understand.
Canceled reservation.
Schnitzengiggle.
No, no, no. No rats. No rats at all.
We've been rat-free since 1 976.
l promise--
All right, no problem.
-Another one? -Yeah.
Schnitzengiggle.
No, l'm very happy with my long-distance service.
Yes. This is a really bad time. Thanks.
God. Solicitors.
Take this one.
Schnitzengiggle Tavern.
-lt's the health board. -Hang up. Hang up.
-Give me this. -Put that in the cooler.
Guys...
...l'm really sorry...
-...but l gotta quit the team. -What are you talking about?
l got fired from the lab due to slipping performance.
So a couple of frogs didn't get their around-the-world.
No, you don't understand.
l don't know how it happened, but somehow...
...l cloned a batch of monkey-frogs.
Don't they hand out Nobel Prizes for that?
Let me see that.
Let me see you little....
-Oh, my God. -Oh, my God!
What have you done?
Landfill?
What's wrong?
Krista said she couldn't handle all the lies and the drinking anymore.
She took the kids and left.
Oh, my God.
You've got kids?
lt's okay. lt's okay. l'm okay.
l just need some time.
-Maybe a beer. -Get him a beer.
Thank you.
Did you know he had kids?
Schwarzemaiden to lron Eagle. Come in, lron Eagle.
lron Eagle, are you there?
Mission accomplished.
Mission accomplished. l got it.
l got it.
Cherry?
Hey. Okay, now.
-Don't be rash, Phillip. -How did they get to you?
l was in the employ of the von Wolfhausen family long before l came to this stinkhole.
And now that l have your precious beer recipe, l can go.
Well, you're gonna have to get through me first.
What?
Yeah, girlfriend!
Come on!
Yeah!
Feel that pulling you down? That's the yeast, baby.
lt's like quicksand.
Say goodbye.
Love you.
Hey, Landfill, where are you, buddy?
Why don't we have a beer and talk about it?
Lan--
No!
That's it. We're packing it in.
What, the team?
The team, the beer, the restaurant. All of it.
-What? No, you're crazy-- -Jan. Let it go.
Our friend is dead.
lt's over.
Landfill could eat a ton.
But he could also love a ton.
He had this habit of swallowing his food whole.
l called him ''The Tiger Shark.''
l used to joke that if you cut open his belly...
...you would find a license plate and a tire and half of an 8-year-old boy.
One time, he farted an entire plum.
l was plumb surprised.
l always told him to try to chew his food better...
...but he never listened to me.
But that was Landfill.
He was a fat asshole.
But...
...he was my fat asshole.
-Hello. -Hey, Laurie. How are you?
-God, you're looking good. -Thanks, Barry.
Wow, what have you been up to?
Me, l--
-Working on bridges. Under bridges. -Like an architect?
Yeah. Yeah.
-Still in contact with the Silo? -The Silo.
l'll talk to you later. Bye.
Sorry. Hi.
Good to see you.
-Krista, l'm so sorry. -Thank you. Thank you for coming.
l appreciate it. Thank you.
-Krista, l can't begin to tell you how sorry-- -You should be ashamed of yourself.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
Great Gam Gam. What are you doing here?
l too came to pay my respects to a good man.
But unlike you, l am not weeping.
We're not weeping. We're mourning. Our friend just committed suicide.
-When were you going to tell me? -Tell you what?
That you are not competing in Beerfest.
-How did you know about that? -One death.
-We should see if they got crab cakes left. -Oh, great idea.
Stay put, you.
l want you all to hear the true story...
...of the Baron Ludwig von Wolfhausen, who fell in love...
...with a beautiful young Bavarian whore.
So you really were a whore?
What do you think this is?
You said you got kicked in the face by a Clydesdale.
This is the mark of the whore.
It was a simple time, a beautiful time.
You see, the Baron Ludwig and I were in love.
But we had to keep our love secret...
...because he was married to a young baroness.
We also had to keep your grandfather's birth a secret...
...because he was the baron's first-born son.
Wait, Grandpa was the first-born?
Yes.
But the baroness found out about it, me and my young Johan...
...and had us tarred and feathered and run out of town.
You two are the rightful heirs to the von Wolfhausen brewery.
You should have the balls to take back what is yours.
Wow, you even talk like a whore.
We are all whores in some way, Mr. Finkelstein.
She's right.
You boys are a team, und a good one.
lf you can't do it for your grandfather or your country or your dead friend...
...do it for yourselves.
-l'm in. -Me too.
-Hell, yeah! l'm in. -Yeah!
-l can't do it.
l can't play Pong.
lt happened a couple years after college.
l was in Thailand, playing Ping-Pong in Ding Dang.
l was in a real high-stakes game in some opium den.
Turned out the guys l was playing aren't the kind of guys who like to lose.
After l beat them...
...they beat me.
Worked me over pretty good.
And this is hard to say...
...but they held me down...
...and they shoved a Ping-Pong paddle up my ass.
lt's never been the same.
l'm damaged goods.
Gosh, Barry, l'm so sorry.
l don't know what l would do if somebody shoved a paddle handle up my ass.
Wasn't the handle.
l've been shitting pancakes ever since.
Mr. Badrinath...
...we are not so different, you and l.
l've had all kinds of things shoved up my ass.
l got over it.
You will too.
-So much to digest in there. -Yeah.
Calgon, take me away.
You guys are my family.
Without you, l got nothing.
Let's do this for Landfill...
...and for Johan...
...and for Great Gam Gam.
One question.
Who we gonna get to replace Landfill?
Now, this is the party l was hoping to find.
Landfill? You're alive?
No, l'm not Landfill.
l'm Landfill's twin brother, Gil.
-Gil? -Gil?
l taught Landfill everything he knew about drinking beer.
l wanna fulfill his legacy by taking his place on your team.
-You must be Fink. -How'd you know?
Landfill told me everything about you.
l feel like l know all you guys.
So we won't have that awkward get-to-know-each-other stage.
-Perfect. -And if l could just ask one favor.
-Name it. -lf it wouldn't be too uncomfortable...
...l was hoping maybe you guys could call me Landfill, in honor of him.
-Yeah, sure, sure. -Sure.
lt'd be like we never lost Landfill.
Landfill...
...it would be an honor if you would join us.
Cheers.
Oh, my God, he's faster than Landfill.
Oh, my God, what is that, bratwurst?
-He even smells like Landfill. -God, someone open a window, fast.
Wait!
-l wanna bask in it. -Yeah, yeah. Just let it be.
Welcome back, Landfill.
Hey, let's go get sour on some Krauts.
Yeah!
-Yeah! -Come on!
Yeah!
Landfill Two, you are twice the man Landfill One was.
Well, thank you, little lady.
Yeah!
Are we lost?
The thing about it is, you know, we were shit-faced when he took us there.
-What? -Really drunk.
We been training for an entire year, lost our jobs and our family...
-...and you don't know where this is? -You haven't been training.
-Can it, college boy! -''College boy''? l thought you--
-Hey, guys. Please, give it a rest. -You know what? l got an idea.
lt might work. l did this study in college:
Finkelstein's Theory on Effects of Alcohol on the Temporal Lobes.
-English. -Drunken recall.
l made people drink massive quantities, then taught things while they were blacked out.
Now, in the morning, they had no recollection of it.
But when l got them drunk again, they remembered.
-Bullshit. -Now you're coming after me?
Cowboy on one side, lndian on the other. lt's the Wild West.
-l got it published. -Where?
Maxim magazine, under the title ''E Equals MC Hammered.''
-All right, let's do this. -Which one of you two was more wasted?
-He was. -He was.
All right, okay, l was. l actually hadn't eaten much that day.
Anything?
Sorry. But l have been training for a beer-drinking competition.
Drink.
-Sober as a bird. -All right. Enough fucking around.
Here. Try this.
The password!
-That was great. -That was last year's password!
Oh, come on.
-That's cheap. -Shit.
l got an idea.
The pa--!
Silence.
The old Trojan keg.
Very clever for Americans.
-Now get them out of here. -Hang on, hang on, hang on.
We're here to honor our grandfather, Johan von Wolfhausen.
The stableboy thief?
No. Your half-brother.
Your older half-brother and rightful heir to the von Wolfhausen brewery.
Oh, please.
Johan wasn't even Ludwig's true offspring.
No?
Look at the portrait.
Not a true offspring?
l'd say it looks pretty close to me, eh?
You know the von Wolfhausen brewery is our brewery.
Even if your silly fairy tale was true, we have a little saying in M¨¹nchen.
Get the fuck out of here.
-Guards. -Wait, wait!
We came here to drink some beer.
Are you gonna let us do that, or are you afraid of getting your asses stomped?
Let them drink!
Yeah! Let them compete!
Let them drink!
Grandpapa, we've crushed them once.
Let us do it again, huh?
Let us humiliate them.
Please, Opy, we can do this.
-We can do it. -Yeah.
Okay.
Why not? For shits and giggle.
Let them drink!
Beer drinkers...
...welcome to Beerfest.
-Yeah! -Come on!
You are the privileged few.
We got the Brits in Round One.
We already kicked their asses in WWll.
Cheerio, let's do it again.
Drink well. Drink with honor.
Let the games begin.
Beerfest! Beerfest! Beerfest!
First round is best of five.
U.S.A. versus England.
You're all fur coat and no trousers, you are.
-l'm sorry. One more time? -Shove off!
We're gonna put the skitters in your Alan Whickers, you plonker!
-Do you know what he's saying? -Volume Chug!
Come on, big boy. What, are you gonna fucking cry?
That's all you, Landfill. All you.
Come on!
Come on, motherfucker! lt's time!
Come on, baby. lt's all you, buddy. Drink it down.
How about this? How about that? How about:
Now, how do l say this? The Mexican.
Championship round, Germany versus U.S.A.
All right. This is what we came for, the Germans!
Yeah, the Germans!
Oh, that's good.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!
What's up, Finky?
l got it. Beating the boot. lt's so simple.
lt's all about fluid dynamics and quantum bubblenautics. Follow?
l missed that first part when he said something.
Pay attention. l'm only doing this once, okay? Excuse me!
Do me a favor, top me off.
Thank you. Okay.
Now, look. The bubble is essentially a high-pressure vacuum...
...that grows and grows until it gets to the heel...
...then it pops and explodes out of the boot. Okay?
So, what you wanna do is create a spiral effect...
...by spinning the boot and making a whirlpool.
When the bubble hits the corner, gravity will take over...
...and shoot beer down your throats.
So, what you're saying is, when the bubble comes...
...just turn the boot.
lf we find ourselves in a boot challenge, we can beat these guys.
Way to go, Finky.
All right. Let's light this Kraut candle.
Yeah!
l'm still peeing! l'm still going!
We're gonna wipe our schwanz on you.
Bring it on, meine bitch.
Championship round is best of seven.
Und jetzt...
...for the ultimate battle!
First up, long-distance kr¨¹gerbounce.
Distance, 1 0 meters.
What do you say, Barr?
Watch and learn.
Shaking your butt.
Move the bucket 20 meters.
Twenty meters!
Twenty meters. You're never gonna make it.
Oh, yeah?
Thirty meters.
Okay. Let's see it.
Yeah!
Germany, the winner!
lt's okay. lt's okay.
Yes!
U.S.A. sucks!
Germany, three.
U.S.A., zero.
lf Germany wins, they are the champions!
Hold. Hold on. Wait a minute. Hold the phones.
Herr Referee...
...there is an American player who has not competed in any event.
And the rule says every competitor must compete, otherwise...
...disqualification.
Hold on there, Hansel.
That is the rule.
Your fifth teammate must compete now.
Are you talking about me?
Jan, if we let him play, we're gonna get slaughtered and it's over, kaput.
You heard the guy.
l'll play with him.
Barry, are you sure?
Sure as schnitzel.
Hey, Barr-zo, l'm proud of you.
Hey, thanks.
Hey, Comrades, how about loser takes a paddle up the ass?
l like that.
Volley for serve.
You know you have to hit the ball.
What do you think about that, fuckhead?
Yeah, Barry, you got him. He's yours.
What do you think about that, headfuck?
Match point!
Come on, we gotta win this one.
You got nothing. Bring it.
Jiminy.
Come on, Barry.
Wow, what a shot!
Hey, Todd, sorry about porking your wife, man.
Hey, Barry, you can pork my wife anytime.
What's the name of the game?
Thumper!
And why do we play it?
To get fucked up!
No! No!
No, l didn't! No, l did this! No, l didn't! No, l didn't!
Bullshit! l did the--
Look at the scoreboard! Scoreboard!
l'm burying you.
You're not even close, girlie.
Halt!
You're worried now. You're worried now, aren't you?
Take that. Moment of truth.
Germany, 224.
That's good, that's good.
U.S.A...
...228.
All tied up. Sudden death.
You know what that means.
Das Boot!
Das Boot! Das Boot!
Das Boot! Das Boot! Das Boot!
Hey, guys, this is that moment.
The moment that only exists in sports.
The moment where the good guys take on the bad guys.
The moment that, if this was a speech in a movie...
...this would be shown up on the humongotron...
...to get the home-team fans fired up, huh? Right?
Us versus them!
We're the bad guys and they're the good guys.
And l'll be damned if we're gonna let the good guys win!
Yeah, we're actually the good guys and they're the bad guys, so....
Right. Let me start that again, guys, huh?
Hey, guys, this is that moment--
Fellas. Fellas.
l just wanna say thanks for the greatest year of my life.
All right? And no matter what happens, win or lose...
...drinking beer with you guys is just plain old-fashioned fun.
Yeah. Yeah.
Hey, let's do this for Grandpa Wolfhouse.
And for Landfill.
And Gam Gam?
And America. On three. One, two, three:
Grandpa Wolfhouse, Landfill and Gam Gam and America!
Go, go, go!
Line Chug. Germany versus U.S.A.
Winner is champion...
...of Beerfest!
Das Boot! Das Boot! Das Boot!
Yeah, you can suck your own dick.
We're gonna take you all the way--
-Cherry? -Our finest secret agent.
We sent her to keep an eye on you.
Oh, hit that, Grandpapa.
Take what's yours, Grandpapa.
Damn, that's nasty.
Always bet on black. Yeah.
Yeah, always bet on black. That's a great quote.
Game on. Not a drop can be spilled.
Shake it off.
Hey, fatass, when l dropped your brother in that vat...
...he squealed like a stuffed pig.
Germany!
Did you hear what she said?
Get out of here. Get out!
No, no. Hey, ump. Do something, ump.
Losers.
See you later, stableboy.
Say hello to the family whore.
U.S.A. sucks! U.S.A. sucks! U.S.A. sucks!
Double or nothing.
On what, huh?
The von Wolfhausen family recipe.
You win, you get to keep it.
We win, we get your brewery.
Or should l say our brewery?
But we already have the recipe.
l got it off of the nerd's computer.
-You're fucked. -Yeah, he's fucked.
-That's rich, Baron. -What's so funny?
l didn't put that recipe on my computer.
However, you are holding the recipe for a low-carb strawberry beer.
We call it She-Wolf. lt's okay.
Strawberry?
No. No. You know how you like strawberries?
You want me to lose weight, so that was the low-carb--
Wait a minute, we like strawberry-- Get your damn hands off--
You're trying to see my panties. Goddamn it, put me down, please!
Where are the Africans? Can the Africans come help me? Jesus!
So are we gonna play for the recipe...
...or should l just roll it up and eat it? l'm hungry.
Wait, wait. Wait. Wait!
Put your money where your mouth is.
Us against you. Ten boots. Five against five.
You couldn't even do one boot. You can barely stand!
Grandpapa?
Take the bet, you fucking pussy.
Okay. Crush the bastards.
And then l want spectator number one killed.
Yeah, this is going to be like taking black walnut candy from the baby.
That's very funny, Deutschbag. Only thing is:
One, we're not babies, and two--
We're not that drunk.
They're not that drunk. Cheeky bastards.
They're not that drunk! They're not that drunk!
Five boots? Are you fucking mental?
Trust me, we can do this.
Just spin the boot when the bubble comes.
Trust me, this will work.
Gentlemen. Ready?
Good luck. You're going to need it.
Das Boot!
Das Boot! Das Boot! Das Boot!
Deutschland, you're floored!
Look, the little one looks like he has pubic hair all over his head.
lt's okay, it works. Yeah, because you have a dickface.
You son of a bitch!
Yeah.
l accidentally pushed his thingy off.
That's a great one. Dickface.
Fink's got the eye of the Jew.
He's got the eye of the Jew. Fink's our anchorman.
Come on. Trust me. Trust me.
You just blew it, Friedrich.
Spin it.
Come on.
Spin it.
Drink, Fink. Drink, Fink. Drink, Fink.
Drink, Fink, drink! Drink, Fink, drink! Drink, Fink, drink!
U.S.A.
U.S.A. U.S.A. U.S.A.
A little R and R in Amsterdam. Just what the doctor ordered.
You know, l came to a conference here once. Hookerthon 2002.
Fantastic seminars.
Sounds fun.
Nothing but the best for the executives of von Wolfhausen brewery, right?
That's right.
Hey, guys, where are we?
l think the hotel is this way?
You gotta be kidding me.
Hold on. Let me check.
No, l think it's that way.
Hey.
-Holy crap, Willie Nelson. -What are you doing here?
lt's a funny story. l was invited over here...
...for this big, secret, international, pot-smoking competition.
My teammates, Cheech and Chong, chickened out on me.
They wouldn't fly in my biodiesel airplane...
...and the smoke-out's in 30 minutes and l don't wanna get disqualified.
Now, you guys don't wanna be my teammates, do you?
Yeah!
Let's do it. Did you hear one about the guy that told his son:
''lf you don't quit masturbating, you'll go blind.''
He said, ''Dad, l'm over here.''
Oh, you guys fancy yourselves drinkers, huh?
Yeah, maybe a little bit. l think we just won the--
Yeah, l think we just-- Yeah, l think we just--
What the hell is going on? Yeah.
-Bastards. -l was playing Ping-Pong in Ding Dang.
l was-- l saw that.
Turned out, the guys l was playing-- The guys-- Okay.
l was playing Ping-Pong in Ding Dang.
l mean, come on. Cut it.
This sweet nectar was my lifeblood.
Oh, yeah, Landfill. Go for it, my friend.
He's got it going on, this guy.
Are we playing or not?
Time to scheiBe off the--
Are we playing or not?
Time to scheiBe on our--
Are we playing or not?
Time to scheiBe or get off the crap.
Crapper.
Okay, come back in, do it again.
All right.
Everybody's drunk.
And cut it. Cut.
One question. Who are we gonna get--?
Do l know you?
Me? No. No, l don't think so.
Well, you look familiar. Didn't l pay you a dollar for something?
No, no. Wasn't me, no.
l remember now. l paid you a dollar to touch your toes...
...and then touch your dick.
Yeah, that could have been me.
Good to see you again.
l wish it were winter. We could make it into ice blocks and skate on it...
...and then melt it in the springtime and drink it.
All right, cut it.
Cut.
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