“North America's getting soft, patron,
and the rest of the world is getting tough.
Very, very tough.
We're entering savage new times, and we're going to have to be pure and direct and strong, if we're going to survive them.”
Edward Teller knew this, and to help us, he gave us the H-bomb.
And y’know, we really should use those things.
They’re just going to waste, sitting there in those concrete missile silos…
“My, that’s a big one.”
A fashion plate and a musician.
No wonder the ladies flocked to him like iron filings to a magnet.
“Nuclear fusion trigger devices get you ALL the fine bitches.”
Chicks dig those soulful, fissionable eyes….
He knew what the Russians could do….
Eddie knows they’re not kittens…
When I grow up, I want eyebrows like Dr. Teller’s…
Peace out, yo.
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