So Sorry. But no regrets. Or just a few. Nope, not sorry.

So Sad, too bad.

But, no regerts.

Regerts? I’ve had a few… but then again… too few to mention.

So, no. Not sorry.

Nope. No sire, not us, either.

Not us, either. Well, maybe us. We did lose our jobs, after all.

Maybe me. Just a little. I mean, I did support him and all that stuff.

Not us, baby. No way! No sorrow, no regerts. Not sorry in the least!

Baaahhhh, baaahhhh.

I guess ya’ just gotta break a few eggs to make scrambled eggs.

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