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Fremen, angry over the treatment received by a balding, sleeper jammie-wearing, corvette-driving, cookie-hoarding man in the northeastern U.S., has put out a contract on anyone fitting that description.
He's on the lookout for anyone fitting that description in Texas, and his medal-strewn sash has been replaced by an ammo belt.
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"I can normally tell how intelligent a man is by how stupid he thinks I am" - Cormac McCarthy, All The Pretty Horses
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