War, Inc. Page #5

And thanks to Tamerlane, we can

have you up and dancing in no time.

Just another example of how American know-how...

alleviates the suffering it creates.

Look at this. Hamy Shenkman had her leg

blown off by an M-18 Claymore landmine.

And, Conyel Bisland...

an M-72 rocket-propelled grenade...

that mistakenly hit her high school.

And Tamerlane used the exact same RPG

firing pin rod assembly technology...

that it uses in the prosthetic knees of its.

Talk about vertical integration.

It's hot in here. Let me get that for ya.

Krishmish, come over here.

This is Ms. Hegalhuzen, she's

writing a story about the show.

All right. Okay.

Ms. Babyyeah's ready for her run-through.

We've gotta go. My trade show's your trade show.

Come on, girls. Gather here.

You say you want to invade me, baby.

You say you want to enslave me, baby.

I want to blow you up.

You say you want to free me, baby.

BGut you cannot even see me, baby.

I want to blow you up.

I want to blow you sky high, high, go fly.

I want to blow.

You.

You want to occupy my heart and soul.

A black widow in a spider hole.

I want to blow you up.

I want to blow you up.

I want to blow you down if it's okay.

Mr. Hauser, how do you feel about

the image of Turaqi women...

My coat!

Cut!

So there's this reporter who really despises me.

I mean, she doesn't really despise me,

she despises what I represent.

I think if she knew the real me, she'd hate me even more.

I mean, don't you think?

I wasn't there. Does it really matter?

Actually, I think I just like the sound of her voice.

I could listen to her revile me for hours.

Do you think with her, the reporter

I mean, it's just about sex?

- What do you mean just?

- I don't know.

There's this Turaqi pop star. She

disturbs me and I can't figure out why.

Could you be attracted to her sexually?

No, are you crazy? She's just a little...

I'm not calling you in the

middle of the night, Mr. Hauser.

- I gotta go.

- Whatever.

You're a f***in' a**hole.

GuideStar!

This has to end for me, sir. I

want a different kind of life.

I want to get married, start a family.

Operation Chickenhawk never ends.

The ceaseless epic struggle to dominate...

the destiny of man obliges his noble

cares to continually purge the world...

of those who are evil-doers.

But that's not just working for me right now, sir.

A woman?

You and I, Hauser, are a part of a rug hook.

All these years I felt a special

bond. Don't you feel that?

No.

Well, you think about it.

If you still feel this way in a couple of days...

I already told you, sir.

- That'll be all.

- Yes, sir.

Marsha, this is kind of a bad time.

Hey! I wanted to give you the heads up.

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