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“It’s, umm, hidden. Yeah. It’s hidden in a secret location that only I know.”
Call it a WMD and you won’t be able to keep the publicity about it down
Wasn’t that the first line from the French existential play “End Game”?
Dr. Shrinker, you’re on the right track. After calling them WMD, make a friend with the kind of luck that I have. Some of the suspicions and rumors about me have been laughable, but people go on convinced. The most fitting one for this situ was when I was trying to convince a group of friends to produce a stage version of Dr. Strangelove, and I was trying to perfect Peter Sellers’ ridiculously fake Russian accent. One of our well-meaning locals called INS, and I got an interview in our town’s federal building. I like to think they had no doubt of my citizenship before taking me to the nearest ‘intel location’ . . . but the decision was probably made by another well-meaning local.