“Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed, to me:
I lift my Howa Type 89 beside the bloody Torii.”
FatMan & LittleBoy was not enough. Now begging 4 FatBoy?
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