Abdullah Om-Lagotta: Hakim, I cannot stand those women anymore. We must release them!
Hakim: What do you mean?
AOM: Ever since we kidnapped them...oh how I curse the day, it's been "Where are the pads around here. I need a pad. Don't you even have any pads. There's a light out in the hallway. When are you going to fix it. I couldn't sleep last night for the toilet running. Do you ever wash the dishes around this place? The cell next to us has clean sheets. How are we supposed to sleep on straw? Has anyone ever raked the courtyard? It looks like a bomb went off around here. Doesn't anybody pick up? There is blood all over the floor in the cell across the hall. Now I want you to march right in there and tell them to clean that up. Where's the toilet paper? What do you mean you forgot to get it at the store? Do I have to do everything myself? When's the last time these bars were dusted? "Is this all you LOSERS do all day? Sit around and play with your guns?! What is that awful smell? Hoppes? If you want to clean your AK-47s you must take them outside. That powder solvent is giving me a headache."
Hakim: Praise Allah, you are right my friend. I can stand it no longer. It is like the banging of a loud gong in my pitiful brain.
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