The Giant Public Storage Cabinet

Council Chairman: All those in favour of passing a motion to commission the design and build of a giant public storage cabinet intended for permanent placement in the centre of town, say I.

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Council Chairman: This microphone must be faulty. I said, all those–

Council Board Member: Derek, we heard you the first time. And you've never had a microphone.

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