"Hey, Sam - we got any cursed objects we need to put in Dad's storage locker?"
"No. Nothing."
"Hmm…what about some of this stuff here, in the Lair? I mean, the Men of Letters knew how to protect stuff, but maybe some of it needs to be in the storage locker."
"If there is anything cursed here, don't you think it'd be safer to leave it as is and not drive it halfway cross country to Buffalo?"
"Maybe we should go have a look at the locker anyway. We haven't checked on it in a while. Better safe than sorry."
"Dean - why do you really want to go to Buffalo?"
"It's Chicken Wing Day. You can only get official Buffalo Wings in Buffalo."
"All right. Let's go."
The end