Flynn? Uh.
[The words escape in a pressured, mechanical rush.]
I know I always call you with bad news, and I figured, why break precedent?
Could you, ah, come collect your--your security guard, your boyfriend is kind of. All over my porch. And he won't let me touch him. Locked out at the boot level.
[Darkly] And, obviously, he doesn't know when
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