We're all going to die in eight days. Or we're not all going to die in eight days. I for one welcome the coming of our new overlord and would like to remind him that I can be very useful in rounding up others to work in the underground salt mines. As long as I get something nice out of the deal. 100 virgins would do nicely. Or the ability to control the weather. Yes, that's what I want. And a new blanket.
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