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Mr President. Amy Vandervoort, Fox News.

Threat terminated.

Watch your hand back there, boy. You don't want them to get you.

(BLADES SWISHING) (EXHALES)

Oh, he is worth his weight in platinum.

What'd they do with the real President?

(MAN SPEAKING KOREAN)

and the fate of humanity.

Welcome to the Joes.

(EXCLAIMS) (DEVICE BUZZES)

You know, in the name of the children.

You went rogue.

Jinx, cousin to Storm Shadow,

Eyes on the Emerald City.

JOE 2: On the ground! On the ground!

One President, two fingerprints.

- I'm going for him! ROADBLOCK: - Go!

Gift from his family.

FIREFLY: The eyes are the windows to the soul.

Or the rock you crawled out from.

(WHISPERS) Had to strike them down.

So deep in fact that you just crossed out of Germany

Zartan's entire focus has been this nuclear summit.

That's the beauty of nanomites.

- Marvin? STOOP: - Big Marvin now.

No. Anything we do now is a rumour of a rumour.

I brought my own.

(MEN TALKING IN DISTINCTLY)

COBRA COMMANDER: Take him to the mountains to heal.

How your parents make a kid this big, man?

And I voted for him.

- What was that? - Shut up.

You know, they say this is a thankless job.

Now, you're looking at an advanced weapons system

Your approval ratings climbed nine points.

We're fighting uphill here.

High Speed Sentry. HISS.

(RADIO BEEPING)

And this is 10 days later.

I have asked myself over and over

Here, men rushed through the breach in a madness.

Two press conferences, July 31st, September 1st.

Here, take a look.

clearly went beyond the boundaries of their mission.

so your conscience will be clear.

Can we be traced?

TECHNICIAN: All vitals on Cobra Commander are steady.

There are a lot of leaders in this room.

Only one drawback.

And I'm not just talking about his age.

How could you be so good at combat? You stink at this.

You got a big head. Come here! (GRUNTS)

Zeus 4 is ready to fire. Hatch is open.

All our men accounted for. Not a single drop of blood.

I came here when I was 14 with a life expectancy of 13.

MAN 1: Get him! MAN 2: Take him out!

All right, Mouse. Give us that diversion.

I was actually thinking about something a little more your size.

I want you to ache for what once was and will never be again.

We need to move.

(MEN CONTINUE SHOUTING IN URDU)

and control of its nuclear arsenal appear to be up in the air

Why defend yourself to men too blind to see?

Enemy fire! Time out! Enemy fire!

(NINJA YELLING)

you must first find peace.

What about one of those, like, care package thingies?

Any and all traces

(BELL CONTINUES RINGING)

Apparently, America wants someone who looks like you,

I want to direct your attention to live images of your homelands.

Sir, apologies.