GOING IN WITHOUT GLOVES
I can douse with the best and fight like a chilling jouster
too; just as good as any of those indecorous high-toned
bastards seated in the chairs. I am a small country of one,
and they'd have to take me in. The atom bomb I possess,
they haven't even dreamed about yet. Gavel me to death,
Mr. Chairman, go ahead. I'm not leaving until I speak.
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