"We implore you as fast as possible to release the political prisoners from Sinai as fast as possible because we can't take any more, any torture," one captive said.
Eat smores, Palin implored, as a patriotic act of defiance to Big Government.
"Help me out tomorrow, please," she implored as workers passed by.
"Say your favorite ice-cream flavor!" a staffer implored as I inhaled.
"Listen -- just listen to that," he implored as a listener donned headphones tethered to a $69 Game Boy Advance.
"Won't you have a glass of wine?" she implored, as if it would do her good if Nachman had a glass of wine.
"Blend," he implored as the players struggled with a challenging selection from the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical "The King and I".
"Let him do his job," she implored, as Sanders looked for a split second more like a grumpy old man interrupted from a recliner during Sunday afternoon football than a polished political operative.
"So many of our communities are thriving – let's make the rest like them," he implored, as if mere derring-do could turn South Shields into Cambridge, and Nottingham into Notting Hill.
"Come on, we can do it," Steven Johnson, the 34-year-old computer instructor at the Poe project, implored as he led Ms. Johnson, no relation, and the rest of his evening class to the crest of a singular experience: the minting of their own e-mail addresses.
