{ ... }

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  This is Maximillian.  Maximillian has authorization.  Authorization to press the button.  It looks more bloody red than Kaiaphas's bloody red phone.  This is Maximillian.  Thanks-a-one.  

  Maximillian addresses no one.  

  “Ezekiel 3:18 … If I say to the wicked, You shall surely die, and you give him no warning, nor speak to warn the wicked from his wicked way, in order to save his life, that wicked person shall die for his iniquity, but his blood I will require at your hand.”  

  Maximillian condemns all and justifies it with scripture.  

  “Matthew 10:21 … and brother shall rise against brother.”  

  °We're about to nuke the entire continent of Africa° Maximillian does ponder.  

  {looking at the red button}  

  °Fire regenerates the earth° muses Maximillian, then recites …  

  “2 Peter 3:10 … And all the elements shall burn with fervent heat … ”  

  °3 … 2 … 1 … °  

  {red button}  

  ° … °  

  ° … °  

  ° … °  

  Maximillian appearèd as a spectacle, adjusting his precision glasses.  Rayban on-the-side.  

  “People of America.  Brothers and sisters, mothers and fathers, to all of our sons and daughters…

  {a steady breath}  

  {pipe below camera}  

  “We are shocked and appalled at the lowest reaches our enemies with nuclear capabilities, the Axis powers standing in arms against us, Korea, Iran, we condemn you … ”  

  {indemnity}  

  {off-camera after}  

  “Well at least the civil war's over,” said Maximillian to his right-hand man, left-hand path walker, Mister Magog.  

  “Gog and Magog, no more,” said the pious jew.  

  “At least we're free,” replièd Maximillian.  

  Iran and North Korea were already and immanently at the stage of the sixteenth day of military mobilization, making inroads towards the strategic locations that The US were occupying.  

  The President and Magog were languishing in the propaganda of the deed.  

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