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// Epilogue 
// Story: Nopony Escapes Stalag 13 
// by DJSaltine 
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	“Yes, General Burkhalter, sir,” Klink replied into the phone, his back hunched over his desk.  Hogan sat comfortably in Klink’s office, leaning forward towards the Kommandant’s cigar collection.  “Yes, General, it was definitely a shame.”  Burkhalter was calling from a payphone in the nearest town, informing Klink about the bandits near the area.  “I’ll be sure to comb the forest for any suspicious activity.”
“And Klink,” Burkhalter interrupted quickly.  “Everything that happened stays between us.  If any of it gets out, you’ll find yourself in front of a firing squad!”  He paused.  “Heil Hitler.”
“Heil Hit-” the phone played a dial tone.  Klink frowned as he placed the phone down.  Excitedly, he looked up to Hogan.  “So, Hogan.”  He began rubbing his hands together.  “How did it go?”
“Without a hitch,” Hogan stated smugly, leaning back in his chair.
“Excellent!” Klink stood up, wandering around his desk.  “I do hope they put in a good word with their princess about us.”  He leaned on the wall, head tilted in hopeful thought.
“Yeah,” Hogan grunted as he stood up from the chair.  “It’s a good thing you’re so great with women.”  Hogan placed an arm around Klink’s shoulder, pulling him in.  “Because legend has it that she banished her sister to the moon during a dispute.”  With that being said, Hogan exited the room and closed the door behind him, leaving a very disgruntled and worried Klink.