Day 1236 — “Born Free” … and Day 1240 — “Back to Your Bunker”
“Okay, Stephen, battle plans. Where are we?”
The Stephenmiller grinned devilishly. Inwardly his evil heart did cartwheels through rings of fire as thoughts of indiscriminately tossing immigrant babies to land where they may danced in his head. He absolutely loved his job.