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I'm going to die laughing
Wolfowitz blushed as he came in, closing the door behind him. “Mr. Rumsfeld?”
Rumsfeld felt extremely embarrassed. He didn’t expect to see Wolfowitz at all today.
Wolfowitz tried not to notice what Rumsfeld was doing, but the photos caught his attention.
“Those Abu Ghraib photos...you seen all of them?”
“Well, yes...all of them.” Rumsfeld, who was still red-faced, grinned. He really didn’t want Wolfowitz to see him like this. Wolfowitz approached Rumsfeld’s desk gazing at the photos from above.
“They’re very explicit.” Wolfowitz yapped.
There was a very long and odd pause after those words. Rumsfeld’s eyes shifted left and right, waiting for something else to happen.
Finally, Wolfowitz spoke again in a suspicious tone, “…Were you masturbating to them, Mr. Rumsfeld?”