In the 80's I attended RMA, before getting (thankfully) kicked out. The screaming. The crying. The demands for the truth.
Your lying!, your not being honest!, tell me who you really are!
Alright I'll tell you who you really are, you are a liar, and a terrorist!
Oh wait, that was 2006, in Iraq.
Merry Xmas, those raps turned out to be kinda useful after all! A gift in disguise! I can't describe how much I am laughing at this. Oh, the interrogation techniques I derived from propheets, sigh.
