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yesh. and now for my story, as promised. let me tell you about The Red Button. so, let's imagine that you've just moved from tokyo to moscow, and you understand barely half a lick of this lovely slavic language that looks a bit to you like backwards Rs and Ns mixed with some physics and math symbols, and sounds like nothing short of an ancient enigma developed by aliens. you are here in this foreign land, and you have one mission today -- to get your documents notarized at the notary ("нотариус," which, as soon as you are able to phonetically sound out for yourself, you actually fervently believe for about two weeks to be the russian word for "Notorious"). all is more or less fine and well. your HR department has kindly called a taxi for you and briefed the driver, such that you can more or less accomplish your goal without so much as uttering a single word in any language, and manage to get to and from your destination safely. you enter the notary's office, and to your utter relief find a woman there who immediately notices your foreign passport and takes pity upon you, collecting from you your documents and identification and disappearing into a small room, only to reappear moments later with a giant book and a few papers and official-looking stamps. she asks that you sign around 5 papers, all covered in cryptic cyphers, and you meekly obey, for lack of anything better to do.

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in a matter of moments every paper has been stamped and signed and made copies of, and you are politely whisked out the door back into the antechamber from whence you came, papers in hand. well that wasn't so bad, now was it? you ask yourself, as you shuffle toward the main door. you give a casual tug to the handle... and that's when you realize you can't leave. yes, you're trapped. nervously, you scan the premises for clues. there must be some trick to this. you're not important enough for anyone to bother taking you hostage. this must be some kind of silly mistake. you spy a security camera peering quietly at you from a corner in the ceiling, and start to feel a little uneasy... and then you see it. The Red Button. it's round and shiny and has some strange text scrawled under it in large and imposing block letters. it probably sets off a bunch of alarms, it must be some kind of soviet rocket launcher, it must be the real deal -- as appealing and mysterious as it looks you'd be CRAZY to touch it. you spend a good 5 minutes deliberating over what to do. then the door to the office swings open, as if on cue, and a young secretary looks at you through the doorway with curiosity, wondering what in the hell you could possibly be doing just standing there and pondering a red plastic button like an imbecile. "ah, i er... i was just.. i mean, how do i get out?" you sputter. suppressing a giggle, she brushes past and Does The Unthinkable: she PRESSES the RED BUTTON. you duck for cover and look about wildly. but instead of all hell breaking loose, you hear the front door lock quietly release, and soon you're back out there, back in your taxi, headed back to familiarity.

 ‎· nutty bird in a glass box 1
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истеричка, бгг

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@vinsentru: хех)

 ‎· nutty bird in a glass box
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I like the soviet rocket launcher part ) that could be a nuclear missile launcher to be specific)

 ‎· Социопята
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in Soviet Russia red button oppresses you

 ‎· пердотвратетль 2
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Harry Potter and Soviet Red Button

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I feel the same in England, where the button is green but located about 2 meters from the main door. "This button? Here? Are you sure?"

 ‎· teavera 1
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^ nah. not button. not green. small non-descript switch next to a/c control or something.

 ‎· kmbnrn 2
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^ with two positions: "yes" and "on".

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Every time you press the red button you unlock the door AND launch a nuclear missile somewhere.

 ‎· Snowdog 1
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@snowdog8 you just discovered our state military secret. Now we must kill you ))

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Does your secret service still employs those nice looking ladies that hook you in a pub and then kill you in your sleep after a night of wild sex?

 ‎· Snowdog
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@snowdog8 Sure. There are girls of Russian mokum who are nice and capable of doing that so behold!

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Nice. Being killed with a cup of polonium flavored tea would be annoying.

 ‎· Snowdog
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(Tokyo to Moscow? 日本語 出来ますか?)

 ‎· 9000
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@snowdog8: ^^ Re Polonium: it is, as they say, a rare Latin name that ideally fits for a true death metal band.

 ‎· 9000
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@9000 そうなんっすよ!もうしかして、、9000さんも日本語ペラペラ?!

 ‎· nutty bird in a glass box
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@squarepheanix 「ベラベラ」というのは適した言葉だ。日本語出来るのはうすい。先年の日本語を勉強して、多くの忘れて時としておもいだす。実の日本人にはなしているこうなると古いFriendfeedがかえったよ!

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@9000: !!! 日本語の読み書きができる相手をモカムで見つけて嬉しい〜‼︎ もっといるのかなぁ... )

 ‎· nutty bird in a glass box
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@squarepheanix 私も日本語が出来ます。怠惰なのだから、まだ漢字をよく読みません。

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@airabranford: !!! こんなにたくさんいるとはっ!いやぁさすがモカムですな〜 ^____^

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somewhat related https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cb5q6rbAN_8

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