“Did they say why, Brooks, why they want to terminate my command?”
“I was sent on a classified mission, sir.”
“It’s no longer classified, is it? Did they tell you?”
“They told me that you had gone totally insane, and that your methods were unsound.”
“Are my methods unsound?”
“I don’t see any method at all, sir.”
“Are you an assassin?”
“I’m a football coach.”
“You’re neither. You’re an errand boy, sent by grocery clerks, to collect a bill.”
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