*Baker Residence: Late night, San Diego*

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It wasn't an animal. It didn't smell right. It's colder somehow. Buddy wasn't sure it was worth waking Ellen up over. With him, it could be any number of things

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[_bluebeetle_]

Ted's been on duty for four hours.

"Watchtower Roadhouse. You kill 'em, we grill 'em."

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Buddy groans. "Why me?"

"Beetle, could I talk to a responsible adult?"

[_bluebeetle_]

"Hey, Buddy, it's me or nothing. Superman stepped out for some air and J'onn off taking a dustbath or something. Plastic Man's available for birthdays and bat mitzvahs though."

"So."

Ted sits up a little. "You actually have a problem?"

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"Yes. A large one too."

Buddy paces. "Believe me, I wish this was a social call."