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Dean had meant to spend the day checking the newsfeeds for anything crazy out there that needed to be taken care. But instead, Dean was taking phone calls.
“Federal Bureau of Investigation. Tom Willis speaking. Agents Bing and Tribbiani? Yes, they're some of my best agents.”
And more phone calls.
"Health Department, Mike Bloomfield speaking. Inspector Buffay? Yes. One of our best."
And more phone calls.
"Yeah, Ronny, that sounds like an Ōkami. Do you have an Bamboo Dagger Blessed by a Shintō Priest? No? Uhhhh. Maybe a woodchipper, I hear that works. No problem. Venmo? No, I don't have one."
Clearly the number of "Jim Hetfield" was getting around.
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“Federal Bureau of Investigation. Tom Willis speaking. Agents Bing and Tribbiani? Yes, they're some of my best agents.”
And more phone calls.
"Health Department, Mike Bloomfield speaking. Inspector Buffay? Yes. One of our best."
And more phone calls.
"Yeah, Ronny, that sounds like an Ōkami. Do you have an Bamboo Dagger Blessed by a Shintō Priest? No? Uhhhh. Maybe a woodchipper, I hear that works. No problem. Venmo? No, I don't have one."
Clearly the number of "Jim Hetfield" was getting around.
[Post open. Door closed]
