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[Tap Tap Tap. This is someone's finger impatiently tapping against some hard surface. Probably a desk. A minute or so passes, then there's a strained hrrrngh, manly grumble, trademark Big Boss. For someone who keeps others waiting on a regular basis, he has remarkably little patience himself.]Hey, Kaz. Triela. There's something we need to talk

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[wontstopjust_go]

Big Grump, come in, Big Grump! Are you still with us?! [ dramatic sarcasm? yes. :) ]

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[heavendivided]

[...later, when he managed to avoid drowning in forms]

Mission accomplished. And it's still 'Boss'.

[wontstopjust_go]

Phew! Thought we lost ya!

So, was all the paperwork worth it?

[heavendivided]

I sure hope so, though it's too early to tell.

[wontstopjust_go]

Good! What'd they make you DO with all that paperwork anyway? Mind giving me the scoop in case I'm interested? [ someone's hopeful :D ]

[heavendivided]

Well, it's mostly pages and pages of them trying to make it absolutely clear that they aren't responsible if you get chewed on by a zombie. Oh, and that firearms are no toys.

[wontstopjust_go]

Well, I'd never use a gun. That part's easy!