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"Here we are again, baker… Just you and me. Same kind of moon, same kind of jungle. Real number 10, remember? Whole platoon,
32 men chopped into meat… We walk out, just you and me, nobody else. Right on top, huh? Not a scratch… Not a fuckin' scratch.
You know, who ever got you, they'll come back again. And when he does, I'm gonna cut your name right into him… I'm gonna cut your
name into him!"