A'ight. So I'm stuck on the Island of Misfit Toys, damned glad to be here, since if I weren't here, I'd be a dead CSI III, instead of a bored CSI III with one helluva woman for a girlfriend and business partner in charge of a club I'd be proud to own in Vegas. Even better, the club's frequented by the, no shit, I'm not even kidding, Black Canary,
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