Wow! Things are getting pretty intense here! I go to Nashville for the day to report to my superiors and I come back to find blackened carrots lying around and sticky globs of uncooked food stuck to all of the buildings and trees.
Che, I am coming up to the rectory with organic (cooked) pizza and some organic beers, so that we can talk about what's going on. Please open the door and let me come in.
IR: I talked to the game warden and asked her to let you go if you promised not to hunt that many deer at a time again, but she seems to think that I over-stepped my jurisdiction by asking for your release. I did get her to let you get out by Thursday, though.
L: I appreciate that paperwork that you e-mailed me this morning--my superiors weren't happy with the "guestimations" for the Syblings' birthdates.
I am also very unhappy with the FBI trying to muscle into my turf with their new facilities and high tech gadgetry. Agent Lambert, who is in charge of this project, has disliked me since I beat him in the inter-agency chili cookoff last year--this relocation is his way at getting back at me: