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[onehundredbeers]

[The call transfers to voicemail.]


Hi, this is Nathan Explosion of Dethklok. I can't come to the phone now, I'm probably in a concert... playing golf... you know, something where I wouldn't have a fucking phone with me. Leave a message and I'll call you back, jackoff.

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[onehundredbeers]

Nah. I think we have some nuclear warheads in the basement though.

[collector]

In the nuclear fallout shelters?

[onehundredbeers]

Uh, no. I don't think we have those. I mean, shit, how often do you have to worry about nuclear fall out? Other than... when you have to.

[collector]

No, it's not really an issue. It isn't as if a small, irresponsible group of people have nuclear warheads lying around.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan laughs.]

Hey, we're totally responsible with our nuclear warheads. We haven't dropped that shit on anybody yet!

[collector]

It doesn't count if you periodically forget you have it.

[onehundredbeers]

It so does. And as far as I know, there's been no, I don't know, nuclear waste leaking out turning our employees into horrible mutants, soooo...

[collector]

Nathan. And I ask this sincerely. If you did have nuclear waste leaking out and turning your employees into horrible mutants, would you be informed?

[onehundredbeers]

You're asking the wrong question, Irving.

[He smiles to himself on his end of the line.]

The right question? Is 'Nathan, would you even care if you were informed your employees were turned into horrible mutants?'

See, I'd get informed, fuck yeah I would. Would I care? Nope. Wouldn't pay attention. I'd, uh, probably interrupt Charles in the middle of him trying to tell me about it. Could not give a fuck.

[collector]

[With a rather theatrical sigh] I sometimes wonder why anybody actually signs up to work for you.

[onehundredbeers]

We're rich, famous, the most powerful force in the world, and, you know, the job market is falling through since worldwide economy is in shambles...

[collector]

Generally, when I ponder, I either recall that or the general state of your world.

[onehundredbeers]

See, it all makes sense with, uh, context, contemplation, whatever.