Is This a Prank?

The state department is alerted to what's going on. The man a appears to have no brains, sir. So let sould come, egut, leave the sky. That's our plan. We said, leave him, but itis just, we like, you know, seca. It's like six on this hand, half a dozen on the other. I could really go either way. Do i want panines or penera for lunch? You knowhat? Neither sound fine yet. Wers gong to leave him. Sorry.