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The document features a chaotic dialogue involving a high-stakes situation at the White House, where a permanent ceasefire between Israel and Palestine has been announced. Characters discuss the absurdity of the situation, including references to pop culture and threats of violence. Tension escalates as one character insists on taking a selfie, leading to a confrontation that blurs the lines between reality and absurdity.

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The document features a chaotic dialogue involving a high-stakes situation at the White House, where a permanent ceasefire between Israel and Palestine has been announced. Characters discuss the absurdity of the situation, including references to pop culture and threats of violence. Tension escalates as one character insists on taking a selfie, leading to a confrontation that blurs the lines between reality and absurdity.

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There it is! Bigger money! You'll want to make a stop at the White House.

I have
pants at the Pentagon, Roddy. It's in my country. I mean, you need to call a press
conference. Israel and Palestine have announced a permanent ceasefire. What? They
signed something called the pretty obvious if you think about it, accord.
Apparently, an anonymous American diplomat took them to a Star Wars canteen where
they smoked perspective-enhancing alien pheromones through a laser hookah. I still
say it has to be Putin. It was Rick and Morty! You fucking dunce! But you're
getting the credits, sir. You're approval rating just hit 100%. Why would Rick and
Morty want that? Because they're assholes! I'm flattered, but it takes a whole team
to achieve what we did today. Thank you. Well, they haven't been back home, sir.
We've got every possible location under surveillance. Goddammit! They're right
here! They're here, Goddammit! Come back! Come back! Everybody relax! Just waiting
for you in the only room you can't blow up or spy on. So we're not changing
timelines for you, but now you have everything you want, so you can forget we exist
and we'll return the favor. You couldn't say that in the text? Well, since we won't
be seeing each other again, my guys, we get it. It's a code red enough. My grandson
is a work hard for you, and I feel like he's earned a selfie. Honestly, I could
take it or leave it at this point. You're taking it. No, what kind of fratias that
is move is that? Get out of my office. Seriously? You're that stubborn? He's the
stubborn one. I'm protecting my country. From selfies? From subordination to
hostile powers. Just China know about that deal, breakers? China doesn't piss on
the White House. Well, why would they? I'm sure it was expensive. Get out. Not
without a selfie. I'll arrest them. So, and you have a right to refuse his order,
and I guarantee you're gonna die if you touch me. And there's no afterlife.
Everything just goes black. Don't do it. Oh, great. Okay. What was that? Death.
What kind? Instant. There was no sound. He just died. Yeah, terrifying. The
terrifying thing to watch happen. It's called a deterrent. You couldn't just knock
him out? It was knocking out. A deterrent. Everyone wants to be knocked out. Nobody
wants to be dead. You committed murder in the Oval Office. Now you can't leave.
That's fine. I said I'm not leaving without a selfie. I don't need a selfie. And
I'm saying you aren't getting one. And you aren't leaving. So we agree. Yes. No, we
disagree. Because you think you're getting a selfie and leaving. Am I getting a
selfie? Never. And I'm never leaving. Exactly. See? Does anyone have a shot? Yes,
nine people. I can show you. What? But I wouldn't recommend. But fire. God, you are
dumb. Get the president out of here. Bad idea. Wait. Why? Because if there isn't
someone in here that they're not supposed to kill, they're gonna wreck the place
trying to kill me. As long as you live, no matter where you are, if it isn't in a
selfie with him, I'll be here. Jesus, he's not a fucking god. You don't know what I
am. You don't know what I can do. It's cool, Rick. Doctor, who in this
motherfucker? I could be a clone. I could be a hologram. We could be clones
controlled by robots controlled with special headsets at the real Rick and Morty
are wearing while they're fucking your mother. I'm going to kill you. Come to 312
Olive Street. Is that her address? You don't know because you're a bad son. Take
him down. Zeprovon. Oh, no. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No.

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