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In the beginning of The Great Escape, the camp commander tells the men to behave and wait out the war with him. And I would be like: Okay, so you'll feed me, put a roof over my head, let me shower whenever I want, hang out and play cards with a bunch of my mates, let me grow gardens and play ball and go to the library and whatever the fuck else, even make my own liquor... all the while a war rages outside. Okay, yeah, I'll stay here, thanks!
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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