Generalissimus Nathanial Warbottom, supreme high commander of the armed forces of The Confederate Counties of the State of Soviet Georgia, waited patiently on the sidelines of the Mt. Tolerance High School football field as engineers and technicians hurried to ready one of the almost thirty year old surveillance drones for its first operational test.
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You want to be freed? You want your fear to be taken from you?
Yes. That's what we want.
Where shall I put it? Your fear?
That's your job, isn't it? That's not up to us. You take the fear, you dispose of it! That was the job description.
But it's yours, it's your fear. You have to say something. You can't disown it, you can only allow it to be taken.
Put it anywhere! We don't care!
You don't care where I put it?
No! Just put it away. Far away!
Ok. You're sure? You don't care where I put your fear?
No, we don't care. What are you, frikin' stupid?
You surrender it, then? That's the general consensus?
Yes, we surrender our fear!
Surrender your fear.
Yes!
I put it back in your heart, then! Oh boy... Oh my goodness, that's hilarious! Thank you for that.
No. No...
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A fast and furious story filled with action and intrigue. Oh. It will all end in tears for everyone.
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