Rockefeller leans on his desk, fists clenched. "That’s what this is really all about, isn’t it? Well, if you think you can just step in here and take over, you faggot cuckoo-clock-winders are in for a surprise. Maybe we’re down, but it doesn’t take but one half-witted American fighting-man to whup a whole platoon of your candyass bleeding-heart soldiers. If it weren’t for us Americans bailing you out, you’d be speaking Russian now, or German."