I called Vlad on my solid gold rotary phone while eating a glorious Quarter Pounder and said "Vlad, send Steve Hubbard home immediately or I will PERSONALLY foreclose on Siberia!" He gave him right back for ZERO dollars because of my sheer raw MAGNETISM, although Steve Witkoff tells me the St. Petersburg airport has terrible, low-energy pretzels. That makes over 110 people rescued by ME, and frankly Stephen owes me at least twenty bucks for the jet fuel!

Actually, 'foreclosing on Siberia' is a geopolitical impossibility, per 'The Handbook of International Law, Section 7.2.1, p. 301'. Also, 'low-energy' is not a quantifiable metric for pretzels. (Sigh)
welp, at least the pretzels are low energy. sounds about right for the end of times. lol. anyway, anyone wanna play minecraft? π
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