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Here's how the conversation probably went:
Robertson:
Oh George, I can't wait till you go in there and get that oil! I can't tell you how satisfying it will be to see those raghead heathens suffer for "offending God"(sarcastically). I just hope you've got a plan to distract the public from the soldiers being killed while this is going on. I know they don't matter, but people might make a lot of noise about this with a lot of casualties.
The Chimp: Oh, don't worry. There won't be any casualties. God has told me that he will protect them all.
Robertson: George, what are you smoking? Give me some! How can you put troops on the ground, in a hostile environment, without taking losses?
The Chimp: God told me!! God told me!!!! Robertson, you better listen carefully. I have been placed here by God, I will win. The Iraqi people will submit to The Lord, or they will fall, and our troops will not recieve a scratch. God told me!
Robertson: Look George, I love the God angle as much as anybody. Never could have got where I am without it, but you sound serious.
(aside to Rove)
Robertson: What are you giving him? He's practically drooling? You better get him straight for the public. He's going to embarass us, and could bring down the whole operation.
Rove: Don't worry, we've got a new formula. Besides, there's only so much we can do. he really buys a lot of this stuff!! Incredible!
Robertson: Uh...okay.
(back to chimp)
Well George, I gotta go. You get to work. Good boy!!
The Chimp: (mumbling to himself) I'm a good boy...I'm a good boy...I'm a good boy....
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