| «Evident objective is New York City. |
| we’re ready to attack!
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| Planes circling, ready to strike.»
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| «No more defenses — our armies, wiped out.
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| Artillery, air force, everything wiped out.
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| This may be the, last broadcast.
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| We’ll stay here, 'til the end.»
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| «It's all over with humanity.
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| Stranger still you and I, two of us left.»
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| «You wrecked the greatest country in the world.»
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| «There isn’t anything to do, we’re done, we’re licked.
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| There wasn’t any war. |
| any more than there’s war
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| between man and ants.»
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| «Yes but we’re — EATABLE ants. |
| I found that out.»
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| «What'll they do to us?»
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| «I've thought it all out. |
| Right now we’re caught as we’re wanted.
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| But they won’t keep on doin that, they’ll begin catchin us systematically, keepin the best, and storin us in cages and things.
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| They haven’t begun on us yet.»
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| «Haven't begun?»
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| «Not BEGUN! |
| All that’s happened so far is because we don’t have
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| sense enough to keep quiet, botherin 'em with guns and such stuff
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| and losin our heads and rushin off in crowds.»
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| «Cities, nations, civilization PROGRESS!»
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| «What is there left?»
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| «Life that’s what — I wanna live!»
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| «Yeah, so do you.»
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| «We're not gonna be exterminated — and I don’t mean to be caught
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| either.Tamed, and fattened, and bred like an ox!»
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| «What is there to live for?»
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| «Well there won’t be any more CONCERTS for as many years or so.
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| If it’s amusement you’re after, I guess the game’s up.» |