and a sweater I was thinking of wearing to work tomorrow.
So I leave the room for a couple of minutes to "deal" (like Jack, I wouldn't just call for a tac team) and come back to find Jack is violently interrogating the Russian Diplomat?
Succesfully, I guess. We know that we have another 2 hours to endure before the nucular bombs go in the air...and Jack will be spending that 2 hours trying to escape from the cargo plane he just chartered for a Russian Gulag!
By now, CTU should have called their EAP, not the President. Jack is clearly impaired by his PTSD.
Monday, March 05, 2007
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