Apologies, Fearless Leader. I ... It must ... You ... Apologies, Your Excellency. No one, NO ONE, could replace you, ... least of all me. There is, and could only ever be, One Fearless Leader of the Combo Club.
Call it Jeckyl/Hyde schizophrenia, call it temporary insanity, call it bipolar behavior, call it Transigent Ipischemic Attachè, call it drunk on my ar$e, whatever. I was out of line. I was inappropriate. I deserve whatever punishment Your Most Esteemed Excellency deems just. I throw myself on your benevolent mercies, sir.
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