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The road to The Wall was bumpy, dusty, and uncomfortable. The inside of the Republic of America Borders Guard (1st Hussars Division) grav-tank was spartan. "There's no where to put my milk, I got from the good milk guys, you have to try some, its great!" I bemoaned the lack of cupholders. "We've almost arrived, sir." As we approached The Wall, I still couldn't see anything from the window. "Where is it? My beautiful wall?" "There, sir!" Hypercommando 1st Class Grunt Simpman replied. And yet, there was still nothing. No wall at all! This is ridiculous. I got the Mexican Socialist Republic to fund it, where is my beautiful wall? I got out of the grav-tank and walked up to a gathering of Hypercommandos. Still dismayed, and in quite a rage, I walked right past them looking to make a point about the missing wall when... ...WHAM! I walked right into something completely solid. What? "It's transparent, sir. Just as you ordered"
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