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"Sir, the prisoner swears he doesn't know anything about any terrorists."
"Did you torture him?"
"Yes."
"Well go and do it some more, then."
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"Good news - he gave us a name, sir."
"Excellent. Have someone look into it. And clean your hands, they're dripping on the carpet."
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"Sir?"
"What is it?"
"The name he gave us was fake."
"Really? How odd. Get in there and torture him as punishment for giving us a false name. Then torture him some more to see if you can get him to give us some real information."
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"Two more names, sir."
"Good thing too. I was getting annoyed with the lights keep flickering; I was trying to read. Have someone investigate them, and torture him a little more in case he made them up again."
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"Sir...the names were fake again."
"Unbelievable - the cheek of the man! Go and torture him some more. So help me, we'll get these terrorists!"
"Sir, I think he's just giving us names so that we stop torturing him."
"Hmm...that is possible, I suppose. In that case, don't stop torturing him at all, even when he gives you information. That'll spoil his little plan."
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"Sir?"
"What is it? No, don't sit down, you'll stain the chair."
"He told us there was no longer any incentive for him to talk, so now he won't say a thing."
"Torture him harder!"
"But sir, it'll kill him."
"He should have thought of that before he started giving us the runaround. He's only got himself to blame."
"What if he doesn't actually know anything?"
"Impossible! Just get back in there."
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"Well, he's dead, sir."
"Damn! Oh well, bring in the next one and get started. One way or another we'll beat these inhuman monsters!"