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[sugarbear]

This is John Casey. Make it snappy.

Comments

[intersection]

No can do, you already told me to find myself a confidante. And this one's confidential.

[sugarbear]

You remember that little conversation we had about keeping things from me, and it not being in your best interests?

[intersection]

Being in space wasn't exactly in my best interests either, but here we are, and we've managed to keep ourself alive so far, haven't we? Not to mention, the NSA isn't really listening anymore.

[sugarbear]

It's still my duty to protect the secrets in that head of yours. I intend to get it back home in one piece--that's my mission.

[intersection]

What happens if they just... go away altogether?

[sugarbear]

What are you telling me, Bartowski?

[intersection]

Nothing! Absolutely, completely and utterly nothing. It was just a question!

[sugarbear]

You think I'm a potato head?

[intersection]

It's Mister potato head to you.

[sugarbear]

I know you're up to something. I always know.

[intersection]

Look, Casey, if I was up to something, do you think i'd be able to keep it a secret? You'd already know.

[sugarbear]

[ Growled. ] I already know you're up to something.

[intersection]

No, see, this time you're just guessing.

[sugarbear]

Lies and slander.

[intersection]

[ ..... ] You know, I think I can hear someone calling me, i'll have to get back to you on that one, Casey....

[sugarbear]

I'm gonna get you Chuck Bartowski!

[ Impotent fist shaking grumble grumble. ]

[intersection]

[ HANGING UP! ]