Not to sound the alarm but I think I have a problem. I got a letter this morning that said I needed to be careful or something terrible was going to happen to my “pretty little face”. Then I got several phone calls in the span of three hours that basically consisted of heavy breathing, and that I really needed to be more careful.
…Did I upset someone lately, Hannibal?
You can get pizza, but watch out for Decker. If you don’t check in when you’re supposed to I’m presuming we’re under attack and waking BA, and you’ll never see another anchovy again, you know how he hates them.
I’d really like a pizza just about now..
I could break out and it’d be a-okay then, right? Right under Decker’s proverbial nose! All sneaky-like. In stealth mode, as it were.
Pizza party at Face’s maison du jour! Where can I find you at, Faceguy?
I just thought it be nice since we haven’t had jobs this week, and Murdock’s been stuck in the VA. It wasn’t like I was going to go as myself either! Well I feel bad since I promised him pizza…could I drop it off for him at least, Colonel?
We’re heading to Detroit bright and early Monday morning, you will be finished your little rendevouz by then? I don’t care how many hearts you have to break Face, you will be ready to depart at 600 hours.
Mr Lee informs me it’s the usual, same big fish small pond business we usually deal in. We’ll be home in time for lunch.
What exactly are we going to be doing in Detroit? Also could it wait until Sunday? Because I have this date Saturday night and I would hate to break this beautiful young lady’s heart by not showing up.
Hannibal called, he said he should be here by tomorrow morning. Apparently he misplaced your map, Murdock and just found it today.
…I can’t believe he understood it.