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Donald Duck is chomping on his cigar. They've gone too far, he thinks, the fucks, the madmen. He warned them. They didn't listen. Goofy is tied to a chair somewhere - turns out he was with Shin Bet - and Mouse was dead. Shot in the back of the head, the whole operation was bullshit amateur hour grand spectacle. The loving CIA, can you believe this poo poo, loving hacks, I told them, dumbass shitbrains, muttering to himself. They got played. The original idea was good - to use these beloved all-American icons for worldwide intelligence gathering - but then they got greedy. Ambitious motherfuckers elsewhere didn't like it, would make them look bad. Others were just too enthusiastic with having Mouse to "help operations", and Duck warned against them the most. Mouse thought it would be good for the brand, as always. "Disney saves kids!" The plan was a shitjob. Disney park in Moscow, "the perfect cover according to our expert consultants and analysts". Tourism money, money laundering apparatus and espionage front in one neat package. Only the goddamned CIA would come up with this sort of idiocy thinking it was a brilliant idea. gently caress you, Mouse. You dumbass rodent. You're dead now. He was the one in charge now. Situation had to be fixed. He knew they would be reasonable. "Daisy", cigar burning strongly, "let's talk with the FSB." She looked concerned. "Are you sure, sir?" He looked to the wall behind his desk, studying the pictures of the many government notables who enjoyed vacations in Disneyworld. Plenty of both sides of congress. "Yeah. I got some new emails they might be interested in."
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