Listen, I can't see quite blurry

If this the CIA: This is all fiction.
If this my secretary: I need a cheeseburger...curly fries,  I'm thinking.  Or rather, a CIA, or a BBQ Chicken Sandwich with Surly Flies.  Call Fred.  Tell him I disagree with Ted.  Call my wife: tell her we'll BBQ one of our children tonight.  Tell her you'll wait forever for her, in bed.

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