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"You never saw the signs," he said, licking a suspiciously char-grilled Whopper. "I’ve always been with Burger King."
Bono's sunglasses cracked.
"But Jim," he gasped, "you sang about breaking on through..."
"Yeah," Jim smirked. "Breaking through to the flame-broiled side."
Suddenly, a black van labeled J.S.C. screeched across the clouds—Jewish Section of the CIA. Out stepped agents with gefilte grenades and espionage onions. Jim handed them a thumb drive shaped like a pickle.
"The Bucket is compromised," he whispered.