Pequot Museum parking lot.
You beat me world -- in Hungary.
Hungary was not to blame.
Budapest was merely the location of the battlefield.
Blinded by arrogance, the victors don’t yet realize whom they are dealing with.
While I mount my scorched earth offensive in Europe against idiots, I take money away from idiots at poker tables. Idiots never feel that they have to study their subject. That is their weakness, and I am exploiting it.
I no longer have a future. Hungary was my last stand. It doesn’t bother me too much; I’m too involved in the day to day operations of making bastards pay.
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