Scene: Dubya�s House, Limo, Air port, Air Plane, Castro�s Palace
Characters: **In order of appearance** Stalin (S), Hitler (H), Osama Bin Laden (OBL), Babs (B), Fidel Castro (FC), Chuck (HB), Dubya (D), Saddam Hussein (SH), John Taylor (JT), Eva�s Voice (E), Jeff (IC), Grumpy Old Man (GOM), Plane Lady (PL), Scruffy (SC), Guy (GY), Captain Pilot (CP), Simon Lebon (SL), Nick Rhodes (NR), Andy Taylor (AT), Roger Taylor (RT), Paul McCartney (PM), Mussolini (M)
*Stalin wakes after a rousing night of hearing everyone have fun but him and opens up his cadge and goes to get some coffee. He being all tired fumbles around making an enormous amount of noise*
H: *Wakes* Oh god, my head�*Loud clank* Oh Stalin will you STOP! It sounds like you just dropped a toaster!
S: Oh. *Chuckles* Sorry. I did though�
H: Oh�
S: *Bites his finger nail* Oh that�s a big one!
H: Stop with the noises�I have a hang over. *Rubs his head in pain*
S: But all you did was drink coffee all night.
H: I know! It�s a coffee hang over! Oh last night I had the best dream. I had gotten my groove back and I went out on the town and was like �Hey you! Check my groove!� And there was coffee!
S: Coffee!?
H: You bet!
S: Woo! Hey, hey wait you already told us.
H: Well it was a really great dream!
*The door creeks open and in steps a drippy foot and then Osama comes in soaking wet*
OBL: Uh, hey guys! *Waves all excitedly getting water everywhere*
H: Uhm�why are you all wet and drippy?
OBL: Well Hitler�when your wet your usually all drippy.
H: Oh right� But why are you wet?
OBL: Uh, I fell asleep in the pool last night.
B: *Enters. Yawns* Osama, we don�t have a pool�
OBL: Oh�*Chuckles*�I�m going to go dry off. *Goes to the bathroom*
FC: *Falls off the chandelier and all turn to him* Oof! I seem to have fallen�
H: From where?
FC: *Looks up* The chandelier�I passed out on it, it was fun till I fell and now I am in some kind of pain�
H: Oh, I�m sorry�
HB: *Opens the front door and comes in* I got the newspaper!
D: *Following him in* And I helped!
SH: *Lying on the floor. Dubya steps on him and just stands on him* Ow!
D: Oh god! The floor�s talking to me again�*Stomps on Saddam* Quiet floor!
SH: Ow! Ow! OW! Dubya! Stop that it�s me Saddam!
D: Oh my god�the floor ate Saddam! *Looks down* Oh�*Nervous chuckle* Saddam, I didn�t see you lying there.
SH: Well you could get off me!
D: I guess�*Steps off Saddam*
SH: Gee thanks�*Gets up*
H: Who wants coffee!?
*All cheer and yell I do and nods of approving and what not*
S: *Steps in front of the kitchen doorway* NO! I can�t let you all get flat out caffinated in the middle of the morning. Didn�t you learn anything from last night? I think we all just need to get away from this madness�don�t you all agree? Don�t you!?
B: But all we did was party-
S: Coffee is bad!
B: So�no, *Tears up* no coffee then?
S: No Babs�no coffee!
B: *Sighs* Alright then�who wants to go snort some cocaine?
JT: *Busts through the door knocking Dubya over* Did some one say cocaine!?
D: *Dubya gets up*
B: *Jumps around excitedly. Throwing her arm up and waving it around. Excitedly* I did! I did!
JT: Now did I hear �Who wants to go snort some cocaine!?� *Throws open his arms knocking Dubya over again and no one notices*
B: Yeah! But who the hell are you?
JT: John Taylor�who are you?
B: Barbara Bush�but you may just call me Babs!
JT: Okay! Hey there Babs!
H: *Sighs* Not you again�did you follow us home or something?
JT: No� What are you talking about?
H: *Chuckles* Oh yeah, that was in my dream. Gosh�what a dream. Did I tell you guys about it?
S: We already heard it!
H: But it was ever so grand.
*All ignore him. Hitler hands his head in shame*
B: But why are you here?
JT: It�s just my cocaine sense went off and I rushed over. Cause any place there might be cocaine�I gotta be there to snort it! Usually the people don�t mind�cause they are all coked up�and what not. You know, with the cocaine and all.
B: *Scared and confused* I don�t want to go snort cocaine anymore! This man showed me what a evil and weird person I will become�
JT: *Is saddened* That hurts Babs�you get me all excited, then you shoot me down just when I was about to get my snort on�shame on you. SHAME ON YOU ALL! *All are ashamed. Walks in and sits on their couch*
H: *Whispering to Dubya* Well aren�t you going to tell him to leave?
D: *Whispering back* No�he�s sorta FUN!
H: *Whispering to Dubya* Okay�so now he�s just here with us?
D: *Whispering back* Looks like it.
B: Wait�*Gasps* Your John Taylor!!
JT: Indeed I am�you know at one point my name was Mindy and I was a lady�
B: *Scared and confused* Oh�okay�but your part of Duran Duran!
JT: I used to be�till one day I was angered about something, I forget what about and I went to my room on the ship. And then I came back out�.to do things and you know what I saw!
B: A bunch of naked hobo�s wrestling!?
JT: *Disgusted* No�
B: Hobo�s fighting over a sandwich!?
JT: No�
B: A hobo playing the flute!?
JT: NO! There were no hobo�s�it was my crew and Duran Duranies eating tacos! Without me! Without me! It was a party of sorts�and I! I was not invited!
D: *Gasps* Those bastards!
JT: I know! God�we still are Duran Duran though�it was just really hurting! Like when your friend that you are hunting with accidentally shoots you�and you know he�s sorry but the pain of the shooting is there. All hurty and wrong�you guys know?
D: I sure do know�*Touches his face in pain*
JT: Good.
D: But when was this little fiesta?
JT: Like a week ago�
D: Oh�
M: Guys, you know eventually we�ve got to go to Cuba and get Hitler�s groove back from that crazed Napoleon feller.
H: Yeah!
B: Hey I have an idea! We could like have a �picnic� in Cuba�and you! *Points to John* Could sing!
H: No! That�s stupid. I have a better idea! We could have a �picnic� in Cuba, and he could sing! *Points to John*
JT: *Gasps* Oh�my first solo gig!
B: Oh *Chuckles* No�you and Duran Duran!
JT: *Disappointed* Oh�well I guess we could�when is this little gathering?
FC: Tomorrow!
JT: *Gasps* Then I better get back to the members and tell them of this Cuban picnic�okay I�ll be there! *Flies away*
H: Good job getting rid of him!
FC: No, tomorrow we are having a �picnic�! In CUBA! For you groove.
H: But my groove!
FC: Hitler, I just said we were going back for your groove.
H: Oh�well next time be more clear.
FC: I�ll try.
B: *Screams with glee* Party!
H: Mhm! I�m going to call people for this �party�! *Runs to the phone booth*
M: Yeah�I brought the phone booth with me.
OBL: When did you get here?
M: I�ve been here.
OBL: Oh well alright�
D: I think Hitler�s got the invites taken care of�what else is there to do?
M: We could�make waffles�where�s Jeff? He�s the waffle maker, cause I remember one time when I asked him to make me waffles and he did�*Flashes back to them in a kitchen*
IC: Oh Hey Mussolini�what are you doing here?
M: I couldn�t sleep�would you make me some waffles?
IC: Of course I will�*Starts to make some*
*Flash back ends*
M: See�he makes waffles! Now where is he?
B: *Gasps* He�s�at the hospital! *Cries*
M: Oh my�why?
D: Well�there was this hot air balloon accident; Jeff, Mitch, Goaty, Penelope, and Jimmy were in it�and a bird flew into it and it burst into flames and crashed in a big ball of angry fire, FIRE! �Jeff, Mitch, and Goaty are all that survived�.
M: My god�
D: But these things happen, lets go pack!
M: Yeah�*All go off to their own rooms* Hey Fidel! We are in the same room�hmm never noticed before.
FC: You know me either�*Chuckles* It�s weird we�ve been here for a few days and you�d think we�d know by now�but we don�t.
M: Craziest thing�*Both get their suitcases out and start to pack* Oh look my beach thong! I better pack that�for all the beaching we are going to be doing! *Packs it*
FC: Oh�this sounds like it�s going to be one fun trip�beach thongs and people�gosh good fun! Duran Duran too!
M: Yeah-heah-heah!
*Cuts to Babs and Dubya*
D: *Packing* You know what honey�I always wanted to go to Cuba!
B: Really�me also, it seems so free like and exotic�
D: YEAH! *Uncovers something bad* Babs�
B: Yes dear?
D: What�s THIS!? *Holds up a picture of Babs with some hunky man*
B: Oh�*To herself* I thought I got rid of that�*Out loud* Honey, it�s nothing�it was just one crazy weekend in Vegas�*Gets nervous* You know how crazy Vegas is. It�s all like, WHOA Vegas. Look how crazy it is. CRAZY! Vegas!
D: Does that explain this! *Shows another picture of her near the Ohio state sign with the hunky man*
B: Honey those pictures�they were back when I was in collage�
D: But this hurts my soul�
B: But I love you�with my heart!
D: *Finishes packing* Oh okay then, I think I�m done here! Here take them! I can�t bare to look at them� *Walks out with his suit case*
B: *Shreds the picture* Okay�no more �business trips��even if those hunky men are going to be there! *Sits down and thinks for a bit*
*Cuts to Osama and Saddam packing*
OBL: Should I bring my squirrel costume?
SH: Why would you bring that? What�s the purpose of it? Is it going to help us party it up!? Is it going to bring world peace!? Is it going to make me a sandwich!!?
OBL: No�I like to wear it and be squirrelly�it makes me feel free and well not human, and if this makes sense, a little squirrelly.
SH: I don�t understand you� You hated being a squirrel!
OBL: No�that was you. You get mixed up a lot�
SH: *Chuckles* Yeah I do! Oh look we are already done packing�*Grabs the squirrel suit and throws it down* NO! That�s BAD!
OBL: *Is saddened* Fine! *Stomps out of the room*
*They both go out to the living room and it cuts to Hitler and Chuck*
H: *Comes running in* HEY! I invited all the people�now we should pack!
HB: Good idea!
H: I even called Eva�
HB: What!? She hates you�and your gay!
H: I told her I wasn�t�
HB: HEY! What about me! Don�t I matter!?
H: Yeah�but Chuck, this is Eva!
HB: Just shut up and pack.
*They pack in silence and run out to the living room. Cuts to the living room*
S: LOOK! I didn�t have to pack�cause you guys took all my clothes and burned them in a big heaping pile of evil burning�.member?
M: *Chuckles* Oh how I remember! *Remembers the burning and does a little flash back*
S: NO! Those are my clothes!!!
M: You wont need these where your going! Bwah ha ha! Bwah ha ha!
S: Where am I going?
H: Into a cadge!
S: Oh�so then I wont need them.
M: So it�s only right we burn them!
S: Yep!
*Mussolini burns the clothes and laughs manically*
*Flash back ends*
FC: Look I got the plane tickets!
H: What do we do with those? Do we eat them!?
SH: No you fly on them�to CUBA. Cause that�s were we are going!
H: You fly on little pieces of paper?
SH: No�you use them to get on a plane and that takes you to Cuba!
OBL: CUBA!
B: *Laughs* Oh that Osama�
D: Are we going in a cab?
H: No I called a limo�
HB: Oh you and your limos!
*All run outside and get into the limo*
FC: Airport please!
HB: I�ve never been in a limo before�*Looks around in awe*
H: *Slaps him on the back of the head* You were in one last night you fool�
HB: That was in your dream!
H: Oh yeah, that sure was a great dream. Care to hear about it?
M: No. *Hitler hands his head in shame some more*
FC: Look! We�re here�
H: Whoa�it�s so big and stuff�how does it fly?
B: It doesn�t fly the planes do�there the things flying�weren�t you like a big WWII person�you�ve seen planes before!
H: Not like these ones�*Stares at them in awe*
FC: Yeah�okay guys lets go get on our plane!
*All cheer and run in and board their plane and all look for their seats*
H: *Finding his seat* Oh here it is�
CP: *KSHK* We�re about to take off so please sit down and stuff�*KSHK. Plane takes off*
H: *Sits and sees some grumpy old man sitting next to him* Hi!
GOM: Leave me alone, you homosexual!
H: Hey, calm down you old grump!
GOM: Go to hell!
H: Why are you so grumpy?
GOM: Do you really want to know?
H: *Nods in excitement*
GOM: Well back in the day I was in the Vietnam war and I was going to the bathroom and my pal, Charlie! You see he came over and was like �The japs are coming, the japs are coming!� So I finished up and started to run and then Godzilla came out of nowhere, nowhere I tell you! And ate Charlie! He ATE him! So after that I got in my space ship and started to travel home�till I ran out of gas and plunged onto some island. There I was bitten by a man eating bucket of yogurt! And then chased by Francisco�and really strange insane man with a hot curling iron�he burned me with it a few times. So I finally got to America years later and realized I am from Cuba. So now I am just trying to get back to Cuba�my home land!
H: Um�yeah that sounds like a really bad time.
GOM: It was and nothings been right since�but some how you seemed to have de-grumped me�thanks!
H: Oh your welcome!
CP: *KSHK* Okay�we are at�oh I don�t know lets say 80,000 feet and climbing�it�s save to roam about and peanuts will be served momentarily. *KSHK*
PL: *Walks up* Want some peanuts sir?
GOM: Sure! *Gets some peanuts and can�t open them* NO! I can�t open my peanuts�*Lets out a scream of anger* PEANUTS!
H: *Talking to the plane lady* Can I move my seat?
PL: Sure go over there and sit next to Mussolini�
H: Thanks! *Goes over to Mussolini*
GOM: Wait! Come back�you�re the only one who could ever make me see the sun shine�
PL: It�s right there�*Points to the sun out the window*
GOM: Oh would you look at that. *Stares* Ow�MY EYES! It burns them�*Screams in pain* Burns them!
PL: Uhm�*Walks away*
H: HI!
M: Hello�
H: Man�that guy was insane�*Both look over at him and he�s rolling around on the floor screaming out �My eyes! They burn!�*
M: Uh�he is�
PL: Peanuts! Get your peanuts here!
D: *We hear Dubya yell for off screen and then cut to him* Can I have some peanuts!?
PL: Sure! *Throws them*
GOM: *Hits him* Ow�oh just great! I�ve been hit with some peanuts! �First I can�t open them then I get hit with them! DAMN YOU! DAMN YOU ALL!
PL: *Chuckles* Oh sorry�give them to that dumb man behind you�
D: That�s ME!
GOM: *Gives him the peanuts. Mumbles* Darn people throwing peanuts at me and making me turn around and all�
PL: Think fast! *Throws the peanuts to some guy and hit�s the Grumpy Old Man again*
GOM: Damn it! I want out of this peanut throwing zone!
D: Look Babs! Peanuts!
B: May I have one?
D: Sure! *Gives her one*
B: *Eats it* Wow�that was filling!
D: Yeah they are super grande size!
FC: *Taps Dubya�s shoulder* Hey that�s Mexican talk! Or Spanish if you want to be all smart�
D: You know I don�t not know smart-ness�
FC: Yeah�But Chuck here knows. Don�t you Chuck�*Pokes him and he wakes up*
HB: *Breathes in taking the spit and stuff in* Huh what?
FC: You know smartness�right?
HB: Oh�I am so full of smartness�it�s like I am a bank of it�I save it up and I save it AND I-
FC: Okay�we got it�
HB: Can I go back to sleep?
FC: Yeah�
HB: Yay! *Falls asleep*
*Cuts to Osama and Saddam*
OBL: Hey where is Stalin?
SH: Uhm�Hitler!
H: *Turns around* Yes?
SH: Where�s Hitler?
H: I�m right here!
SH: Oh�*Laughs* I mean Stalin!
H: Oh they put him in the cargo area�cause he was in the cadge�*Cuts to Stalin*
S: Can anyone hear me? ANYONE!?
SC: *Barks*
S: Any one that�s a human? *Listens* No�um so scruffy- *Cuts back to Osama and stuff*
OBL: Ohh�in the cargo area�cause he�s evil?
H: Sorta�you see I just didn�t want him up here. Cause he�s�well yeah evil�
PL: *Walks up to them* Want some alcohol, or maybe some cocaine?
GY: *Opens the bathroom door and John Taylor busts out and knocks him over* Ahh!
JT: Did some one say cocaine!?
PL: I did�how did you get here?
JT: I can fly�and my cocaine sense helped with that!
GY: GOD! I can�t get a break.
JT: So where is this cocaine?
PL: Oh�I was joking�
JT: DAMN IT! Why does everyone do this to me�they are all like �I have some cocaine� or they ask about cocaine or something that I would come to and then they don�t want to anymore or are joking! WELL! I�m about to do something! *Picks up that Guy*
GY: What�s happening�What are you doing!?
JT: *Kicks open the plane door* Now�if you guys don�t stop toying with me this guy gets it!
GY: OH MY! Stop toying with him PLEASE!
H: We don�t even know that guy!
JT: But�don�t you have compassion for your fellow man?
H: Not that one!
JT: Well will you at least�like stop with all the cocaine talkings and then not have any stuff?
PL: Uhm�I guess�
JT: OKAY! *Sets down the Guy*
GY: Oh thank you so much! *Goes and hugs him*
JT: Don�t touch me. *Pushes him and he falls out of the open door* Whoops.
GY: AH! *Screams till he can�t hear him any more*
PL: WHAT have you done!?
JT: Uh�I accidentally pushed that man out of the open plane door�
PL: Oh okay�cause I missed it and all�
*KSHK*
CP: Okay�we are about to land so please everyone take your seats and buckle up!
*KSHK*
JT: Uh Oh! *Runs over to the grumpy old man and buckles up* Hi! I�m John Taylor
GOM: I�m old and grumpy!
JT: HEY! Like my granny! Got any cocaine?
GOM: No�WAIT! Here. *Gives him some powder*
JT: COCAINE!?
GOM: NO�flour!
JT: *Throws it in his eyes* I want cocaine!
GOM: MY EYES!!
JT: Oh shut up!
PL: *Runs into the back and sits down* We are about to land! Buckle! *Everyone buckles up*
*The plane lands and everyone gets off*
JT: Wow�it�s so nice here in CUBA.
FC: Yeah! Now lets call a taxi and go back to my big palace!
H: Okay! TAXI! *Whistles and a taxi pulls up* Okay to FIDEL�S!
*All get in*
FC: To my place Edwardo!
*They arrive and get out of the car and all of the group Duran Duran are there*
B: *Gasps* Duran Duran!
JT: Hey guys!
AT: Hey John�is this where the party is tomorrow?
JT: Of course�this is were all the parties are in CUBA�
AT: But we�ve never been here�how would we know?
JT: Do you have to make a scene everywhere we go!? *Andy is ashamed*
H: So who are all of you?
HB: YEAH!
JT: Well I�m John Taylor�you know the guy with the amazing hair!
NR: I�m Nick Rhodes�I don�t think I have anything special�I went insane once�
SL: I am Simon Lebon! I have the best name�it�s a FACT!
AT: I�m Andy Taylor�I�m a drunk!
D: Your not drunk now!
AT:�I have to be sober for gigs�*Is saddened*
D: Oh�
RT: AND I! I am Rodger Taylor�the forgotten one�
M: Is some one talking?
RT: SEE!?
M: Oh I�m just kidding�uhm�
RT: It�s-
M: Don�t SAY IT! I know it!! I DO!
RT: Rodger�
M: Damn it! *Smacks him* I said I knew it!
HB: Wait�are you Taylor�s brothers?
JT: NO! We are just friends�it�s a strange coincidence!
HB: But�it�s spelled the same and everything�
JT: I TOLD YOU! Coincidence! Don�t make me beat it into you! *Raises his hand for the beating*
AT: John! No�come on. Just have some cocaine. Okay?
JT: Okay�*Snorts some* Ohhhhh that�s gooooood�
SL: So�you guys are going to have a party here?
B: MY GOD! It�s freaking Duran Duran!
SL: *Nervous laugh* It sure is�
B: And you�re the Lebon�god, may I SNIFF YOU!
SL: Only if I may sniff John�*Looks at John*
JT: Damn it Simon! I don�t love you! Why the hell don�t you understand this?
SL: *Sneaks next to him and sniffs a big sniff. Quivers* Ohhhhhh�his sent is my drug!
JT: *Slaps him* Stop being creepy!
SL: I can�t help it�you�re my man candy!
JT: God I�m leaving�.*Walks away*
AT: *All drunkenly* Now�look�what�you�did�you�*Hiccup* God I got drunk all of a sudden�Now you�*Points and falls over. Then passes out shortly after*
B: OH MY!
SL: Oh it happens all the time�
FC: Hey where�s Rodger?
RT: I�m right here!
FC: Oh�so you are�
RT: See how I get ignored�it�s not right�
FC: *Turns away* So Simon�your last names Lebon, Eh? *Simons Nods*
RT: GOD! I�m going to wait in the house for our show tomorrow! *Goes into the house*
NR: Who wants to dress up like a woman!?
HB: Oh gosh, I thought you�d never ask!
B: I do!
OBL: Bab�s you are a woman�
B: But I want to look like one now�
OBL: Oh�yeah that would make you seem more of a woman�
NR: Okay guys lets all go in and we will pretty up!
*Nick, Chuck, and Babs all run inside*
FC: Well I am going to go set up the party now�I�ll leave the rest of you to bond! *Runs inside*
SL: So it�s just us now�I�ll need some introductions!
H: Well I�m Hitler�I�m great, just look at me!
OBL: I am Osama Bin Laden! I have a turban and a hand bag filled with brownies! Want one?
SL: OKAY! *Gets one and eats it* Wow this is delicious�just like looking at John�
JT: *Yelling from the house* Simon will you shut the hell up!
SL: NO! Your delicious�like candy!
JT: *Sighs*
SH: Okay�I�m Saddam Hussein! I was once ruler of all man kind!
SL: No�I would have remembered that�
SH: NO! You were to busy with John�
SL: Oh that year�*Sighs with glee* That year was so much fun, looking at pictures of me kissing some gal and putting Johns head on the girls�mmmm, good stuff.
SH: Your really creepy�like Hitler some times.
SL: Yeah�what can you do?
SH: Just stand around and watch it a suppose�
D: AND I AM DUBYA! I was once the president!
SL: But I would have remembered!
D: Nope�it was that same year.
SL: *Remembers* Oh it was good�
M: And I am Mussolini�I like spaghetti!
SL: Oh how exotic�Well it�s so nice to meet you all! Gosh your all so super!
*Another taxi comes buy and this time a cadge with Stalin is dropped off*
S: HI! I�m Stalin!
SL: Why are you in a cadge�
S: Cause people keep thinking I am evil! I told them I have changed�but they don�t accept it�they just say no you didn�t fool. And that hurts�
D: Shut up fool!
S: SEE!? *Cries*
SL: It�s okay�I�m Simon Lebon�
S: Wow�that name ROCKS!
SL: I know!
S: I once read in a book of facts that your name was the best ever�
SL: You read correctly then!
S: Yeah cause I can read�
H: Uh�we should go inside and like help setup for the party tomorrow�
SL: Yeah we should!
*All start to walk towards the house*
D: Wait! What about Andy?
SL: Oh just drag him in with you�.
D: Okay! *Drags him in*
H: Lets decorate!
SL: Duran Duran UNITE! *All of the members come in the room or awake*
JT: Yes Simon?
SL: We have to go practice for the show tomorrow�and set up the stage!
AT: We have too�?
RT: Yep�
NR: LETS GO!
*They all run outside and set things up*
H: BOY, I can�t wait for tomorrow!
OBL: Me either!
*Babs and Chuck come out*
D: *Gasps* Babs�you look so�good�I LOVE YOU!
B: Oh honey I know�that Nick boy he knows his make up!
H: And Chuck�your so hott!
HB: No�I feel pretty cool�
H: No I mean sexy. *Winks*
HB: Ohh�yeah I am!
*All four of them continue talking about that while Osama, Saddam, Mussolini, and Fidel keep on decorating. Ding Dong*
FC: Oh�I�ll get it! *Opens the door. Gasps* What are you doing here!?
PM: You invited me a while ago to come and sing for your party�remember?
FC: I remember none of that�we already have Duran Duran�
PM: Well now I�m here! And you have to let me stay!
FC: FINE! But you have to help decorate
PM: Okay�
FC: *Both walk into the main room* Guys�this is Paul McCartney
*All greet him*
PM: It�s so nice to be loved�
H: I know how you feel�*Looks at Chuck*
OBL: NOOOOO! Your love can�t prosper!
SH: *Separates them* THERE!
H: FINE! Stop loving me Chuck!
HB: But�FINE!
*The scene ends with them all decorating the house and setting things up for the party tomorrow*
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