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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the plane Not a creature was stirring, not even Bane The flight plan was filed with the agency with care CIA knowing the hostages wouldn’t all reach there The prisoners were kneeling with bags on their heads With visions of sleighbells and crashing sleds And CIA in his polo, and I in my cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap When out on the clouds there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the seat to see what was the matter. Away to the aisle I flew like a flash, Tore open the seatbelt and turned in a dash After shouting and shooting, and questions of Bane One interrupted Wilson, with self-satisfied disdain When, what, from under a hood should appear, But a man, with a mask, and soon it was clear Bigger than average, but still under detain, I knew in a moment it must have been Bane More rapid than eagles CIA’s surprise came, And he pointed, and shouted, and called him by name

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