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CONVERSATIONS BETWEEN FUNCTIONARIES



#1: I dont get it. I went into the apartment, and theres nothing unusual there but a pile of clothes, with the stuff piled on top.

#2: Youve got no clue as to where the occupants gone?

#1: None whatsoever. Everythings got a light film of dust on it, so hes been gone at least a week.

#2: All right. Inventory the stuff, and come back in. Then Ill pass the word up.

#2: Well, the shit hit the fan when I made my report. He wants you to get together a crew of trustworthy guys, break into the Watergate, and scour Democratic National Committee Headquarters ASAP.

#1: Youre kidding.

#2: No, Im not.

#1: Christ, theres never anything in a national committee headquarters! Its a clerical office, for Christs sake!

#2: Buddy, you know that and I know that, but apparently he doesnt. So I suggest you do exactly as instructed. Put together a crew get a bunch of those Cuban exiles or somebody else thatll tend to be loyal. And get in there!

#1: Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ.


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