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Ask for clearance Clarence.
Geez, this place is drab. No wonder he’s leaving.
Wait a minute, comrade. That’s a soviet era airport in Latvia. Just what sort of Russian malarkey is Frank up to?
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spilve_Airport
https://www.warhistoryonline.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/09/spilve_who_08-741×554.jpg
There’s the fresco on the right. Look at the flags b’God. Look a the flags!
I have Comrade Emu for you on line two. I suggest you take the call. Immediately.
I’ll send him a couple of pairs of Levi’s and a case of Coke. Things will be fine.
Two cases.
Don’t make me report you to the commissar
I am Kommisar, comrade.
When he leaves, it’s an open bar, right?
Mind the prop wash…
Well, at least it doesn’t resemble the Pie Town general store anymore. Good remodeling job.