*several enclave soldiers and myself are moving crates of white "bricks" into several UH-1 Venom helicopters*
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*Watching from the trees* "Day 3, soldiers still making bricks without straw"
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These aren't bricks and they sure as hell aren't legal...
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"Day 4, bricks are not bricks.... Then why the heck am I here?"
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I don't know but that shit's going down to mexico so i can make some money....
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*Throws up hands, climbs out of trees and walks away* "Good luck with that. Just remember, I'm not bailing you out of jail this time."
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Nobody's gonna stop me. The government's in on this shit...