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"And I have the warranted Fact a' knowing who you are, Brucey. Ya' smelt rich from th' moment I first Met ya'. I wouldn't expose ya, out a respect, an all. But Me and Baldy got big plans fer this country. Don't. Ruin 'em."

Hello

He groans, and topples lightly. But still, comes up laughing. "Ooo I like it Rough!"

Mumbles something about cowardice. But best not to stoke the flames of war. That is, with a primitive nation. Of little girls.

"Heh. Whatever you say, Hot buns."

"I should put @StinkinDawg on guard duty in th' white house. Maybe a rotten mutt. But he's America's mutt, now."

"Hehe. It's good ta' have power."

He simply laughs. "Babe, yer' stick is nothin' more than a razor t' me. And if you so much as try t' tickle me wit it, You can cause another world war."

"Interestin'. See, Everyone Likes ta'poke fun at th' Main Man. Say he ain't too smart. An' while I ain't much fer' reading, I did look into Old' JSA documents and U.N treaties. I know fer' a fact, You and yer' merry band can't touch Jack without causing international disputes."

"Gee. So scared."

This Grievous disregard for human and Amazonian Rights is brought to you by Al's Diner, Located in over thirty Galaxies. Al's, They loathe Lobo.

"Hey, I wasn't doing anything. Just Wondering..."

"Just a warnin' Clyde! T' You an' all yer' good lil' scuzzball Heroes. I may have helped y'all in th' past, But Th' Main Man looks out fer' Numero Uno, first and foremost! An' now, Lady Liberty herself!"

He has a solution to the no boys allowed rule.

"Cause One, I'll pull an Ozzy Osborn on yer' bat-pack. Two, Yer' messin' wit' Diplomatic cards now, Lil' man! Can't touch me witout' making national Headlines!"

"Wonder if oil is prominent in ancient Greek islands..."

".... Yer' point?"

"Real work, Eh? Oh, just you wait, rich Boy."

"Th' Main General will harass any plant, animal or mineral I want, Brucey Boy!"