This KGB spook and I were having a discussion about Southeast Asian philosophy one day (kill all round eyed capitalists), and he took exception to my being a war criminal, so I told him what I'd had for lunch that day, and that his ideals were bland in comparison with my soggy baloney sandwitch and lukewarm pondwater. We decided to settle the matter with confiscated automatic weapons, and on the way to the peaceful village we intended to destroy in the process, stopped for lunch. The cook at the dirty little diner offered to make us each a burrito, and we were both so offended, we killed him instead. Then we congradulated each other for having settled our diasgreement in such a mature manner.

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