These are our guards named, I shit you not, David and Sampson. For some reason, having guards doesn't make me feel safer: I mean, why would we need guards if we weren't in danger. My dad has a radio in the house plugged in at all times to inform him if there is civil unrest. Our call sign is Alfa-Bravo-One (the French ambasador is Alfa-Bravo-Two).
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