Dear I.C.,

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The solution to our problem has been in front of you this whole time. 

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"A E-M-C-E-E, don't even try to be
When you come up to speak, don't even lie to me
You like to exaggerate, dream and imaginate
Then change the rhyme around, that [could] aggravate me"

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I'll have a formal report with a proposed plan of action for this matter available for your review, first thing Monday morning.

 

& yes, they will be hotter than fish grease.