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Jul 31, 2009 22:57

It is with great smugness that Grimmer hustles into the bar.

He wasn't expecting the bar, you see (who ever is?). He was aiming for the fire escape outside his hotel window. But either way, he's secure in the knowledge that when he steps back out that door, he'll be free from the apparent thugs that were sent to give him a "message".

They didn't surprise him. Thugs is what you get when you start harassing once high-profile political refugees. And so, unconcerned, Grimmer takes a seat at the bar and orders himself a nice hot breakfast and a glass of orange juice.

Life is good, and he is botherable.

duck, michael bluth

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