What did we learn, Palmer? Palmer:
I don't know, sir. CIA Superior:
I don't fuckin' know either. I guess we learned not to do it again. Palmer:
Yes, sir. CIA Superior:
I'm fucked if I know what we did.
Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The End.
I paused to take a long drink of water. I could feel my small audience leaning toward me. "Then the high king carefully turned the golden screw. Once: Nothing. Twice: Nothing. Then he turned it the third time, and the boy’s ass fell off."
In the annals of stupid, screwed-up, pointless missions that was the stupidest, most pointless of all.