Out of the Bear's Cave
It was with a feeling of comfort and security that Mike had when he locked up the restaurant for the beginning of the night shift. It was like that with all the stresses and worries that he had during the day, he didn't have to think about in here. He just had to spend time with the synths and have some fun. How could anyone stand to be in any other job?
However, when he walked in to the dining area, the atmosphere wasn't what he was hoping to feel. There was no chattering among his friends. They were all quiet while they removed their disguises. They all looked preoccupied with something and not by pleasant thoughts. Bonnie especially looked quite sour.
It didn't take the likes of Sherlock Holmes to deduce why they might not be in the best of moods. Still, Mike thought it best to try and inject a little lightness into the scene.
"Evening everyone!" he greeted with a smile. "Great night tonight, huh?"
"Well gee willikers, mister! It sure is!" remarked Bonnie in a sarcastically happy tone while she yanked off her suit left leg. "Maybe later we can all hop to the lemonade stand and you can ask Mary-Ann out to prom!"
Mike held up his hands. "Whoa. Laying it thick on the uh, sarcasm Bonnie? Heh…"
"Oh no, I'm sure as shooting serious Mikey," she went on. "With how hunky dory everything is, why wouldn't I be?"
"Bonnie, that's enough of that now," Freddy tried to say gently.
However, she wasn't put off. "And hey then we could play hide and seek with all the other neighbourhood kids. I mean, it seems like it's what they're all playing at the moment and they're so gosh darned good at it too! Makes you wonder if they're ever going to find them!"
"Bonnie!" This time it came from Chica, glaring at her friend. "Stop it, right now!"
It looked like Bonnie was about to follow it up with something else, but she held her tongue at the expression on Chica's face.
"Cheeks, I… hey, I was just messing around."
"Yes, Bonnie, we know that's how you usually prefer to deal with situations like this. But in this case, you should be more careful with what you say. This is a grave time for all of us. Whatever you may be feelin', be rest assured we're all feelin' it too," said Freddy.
She folded her arms and looked away. "Whatever. Guess I'm just the bad guy again."
"Belay that!" roared Foxy as he came bursting out of his Cove, making Mike jump. "Yer not a bad guy, Bon!"
"Oh yeah?" she asked in a challenging way.
"Aye. Yer the worst guy!" he said in the same upbeat voice.
Bonnie blinked. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it. She blinked again.
"Uh… what?" she finally asked.
"Aye, ye heard me. Yer the worst," went on Foxy. "Seriously, the absolute worst of the worst. There are insects and beasts that thrive in the deepest and darkest-a crevices in the harshest lands that'd feel uneasy around ye. The devil himself chucked right back out the jaws-a hell 'cause ye were too much of a handful fer him."
None of them really knew what to say in response to all of this. They could tell, Mike included, that Foxy was leading up to something. Sure enough, he had more to say.
"That's why he set someone beside ye who's just as bad, if not worse. Whose job it is ta keep ye in check, ta make sure that no one but a select few are ever exposed ta the kinda vile things that common folk should live in blissful ignorance of."
"And that would be…?" By the smirk beginning to form on her face, it was evident she knew the answer.
Foxy grinned. "Me! Ha-har!"
"Alright. Alright." She hopped off the stage and began to approach Foxy. "So, I'm the worst but you're just as bad. That about right?"
"In a nutshell, aye."
"But you also think you might be somehow worse than me?"
"Seems that way ta me."
She stopped in front of him. "Yeah, well, see that's where you lost me because I don't think there's any way you can be worse than me."
"That so?" He locked eyes with her. "And how do ye plan ta back up them claims, long ears?"
"The only way the worst would, peg leg." She clenched her fists. "By knocking you into the dirt."
"Oh aye? Who says it's goin' ta be ye doin' the knockin'?"
"Okay, we've now crossed a line!" Goldie strode out of the backstage room, the animatronic she controlled still clothed in her old suit. "It's remarkable because right now, I'm not sure what's thicker: Bonnie's marmite-like sarcasm before or the latent sexual tension between you two."
"HUH?!"
"WHAT IN BLUE BLAZES?!"
"I did not need that image!" cried Mike.
"Perv!"
"Oh like you don't have it too!" he retorted.
"Oh my goodness," murmured Chica, her cheeks tinted blue.
Freddy shook his head. "Really, Goldie? Why on earth would you bring up something like that?"
She shrugged. "What? These two have squabbled from when you were little more than streams of data code to the first time you emerged soaking wet from your tubes. There's only so much that you can chalk up to typical competitive behaviour without also wondering if there might be something much deeper."
"Oh god stop!" begged Bonnie. "Now all I can think about is… ugh NO!"
"I second that," chimed in Foxy. "Don't think the decks in me head could be swabbed enough ta purge them images from me mind."
"Really? Hm. I suppose that means that I'm the worst then," she said brightly.
"What?!" Bonnie stared at her incredulously. "Are you serious?! You just said that to win an argument that you weren't even part of?!"
"Well it was either that or let you two descend into fisticuffs over it. My actions may be controversial but ultimately, I acted with the greater good in mind."
"How can ye say it was fer the greater good with what ye just said about me and Bonnie there?!" cried Foxy.
"And that's another reason why I'm obviously the worst. Was I really acting in terms of the greater good or was it just in my own self-interest? My motives will forever remain ambiguous and mysterious," she said whilst waggling her fingers for emphasis.
"Oh yeah? Well here's something less ambiguous." Bonnie looked at Foxy. "Wanna team up to take her down?"
Golden's demeanour slumped. "Ah. I didn't consider this eventuality."
"Now that sounds like a fine idea," agreed Foxy.
He pulled out his hook hand to exchange for his actual hand. Bonnie cackled and slammed a fist into her palm as the two of them closed in on the AI.
"Now, before you two do anything hasty," she said, backing away, "I should point out that this animatronic is very expensive property of this establishment."
"They can foot me the bill after I put my foot through your face," dismissed Bonnie.
"Ah, Mike? Mike? Isn't it your job to, you know, stop this kind of thing?" she tried.
"Hmm." Mike pretended to consider. "I don't know. This could be a good lesson for you that the things you say and do can affect everyone around you. I mean, it's a lesson I've had to learn plenty of times. Don't you think so, Chica?"
"I completely agree, Mike," she nodded. "You should really think more carefully about your actions and words before you go through with them, Goldie."
"But…" She looked from Mike to Chica, then to Freddy. "Freddy, dear sweet brother. You wouldn't let them hurt your sister, would you?"
"I suppose not," he replied.
"So you'll help me?"
Bonnie and Foxy stopped their advance, gazing warily at Freddy. He stared back at them with an unreadable look on his face. Chica and Mike both exchanged looks with each other, silently deciding to take a step back. At around the same time, Freddy strode off the stage to stand next to his sibling, his expression still blank while regarded Bonnie and Foxy.
"And suddenly the odds look a little better for me," remarked Golden. "Now, what were you two about to do?"
"Now, hold on there, skipper," Foxy said. "Ain't no need fer this ta escalate any further."
"Wimp!" hissed Bonnie.
"Do ye want ta try yer chances against him?" he retorted.
"We could take them!"
But the two stopped their bickering when something happened that they didn't expect. Freddy extended an arm behind Golden and shoved his sister in the back with enough force that she fell to the ground with a crash. He then planted a foot on top of her so she couldn't get back up.
"No! Brother, why?!" cried Golden.
"Oh." Bonnie looked at the scene in surprise. "Hey, nice one boss!"
"Aye, ya really- oi what's this now!"
When Bonnie and Foxy approached Freddy, at the same time he plucked them both by the scruffs of their necks, lifting them with only a grunt of exertion. They tried to struggle free, but they only dangled in his grip.
"Okay, what even?!" demanded Bonnie.
"This is gettin' utterly barmy!" declared Foxy.
"What is happening right now and should I actually be doing something to stop it?" Mike whispered to Chica.
"I don't know and I wouldn't really try. It might just be best to let it play out now Freddy's involved. Besides, I just got an i-d-eaaaa," she sang with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"What are you…?" He stopped when Chica quickly shushed him, but still with a cheeky smile.
She directed his attention back to the scene at hand. When he did look back, Mike could hear footsteps moving behind him but he didn't turn around. He was curious to see where this went.
"Now, if you want to know the real answer to this lil' debate that you've all gotten yourselves mixed up in, I think you'll find that you only have to answer one question." Freddy cleared his throat and in a tone of immense smugness, he asked: "Who's the bear?"
"Aw come on!" cried Bonnie.
"I thought we were past this!" complained Foxy.
"That's precisely what I led you to think," chuckled Freddy.
"This is ridiculous! I was never even involved in these when you used to do them!" said Golden from the floor.
"Which is high time I thought you should finally be included, dear sister. Now, if you'd like to regain full use of all of your faculties, I will ask you again: who's the bear?" he repeated.
"Skipper, do ye really have ta-?"
"One more time, I ask you: who is the bear?"
They all muttered under their breaths.
"Who are you talkin' to, the mice? Say it so the rest of us can hear!" urged Freddy.
"You are!" they chorused.
"I am what?"
"The bear!"
"Now that's more like it." He unceremoniously dropped Bonnie and Foxy and stepped off Golden. "Let's see here. Abuse of physical power and leadership in order to further establish my own authority and forcing my fellows to agree to something against their wills. I'd say that's fairly strong evidence of myself bein' the worst and don't you forget it."
"You too? What next, is Mike gonna get in on this?" asked Bonnie.
"I do have a taser," reminded Mike.
"Anyone else feel like joining me in another coup to overthrow this corrupt leadership?" suggested Golden as Foxy helped her up.
"Just tell me where and when, lass," chuckled Foxy. "But I think it's fair ta agree we're all as bad as each other. 'Cept for Chica a-course."
"I guess," shrugged Bonnie. "Not much fun in that though."
"Would ye rather be dangled by Freddy again?"
"Good point," she conceded. "Fine I guess that, apart from Chica, we're all pretty much the worst. Except Mike because he's definitely the absolute worst since he's a perv."
"Are you ever going to stop saying that?" groaned Mike.
"Not as long as it keeps being true," she replied.
"A-Actually, I think you'll find that I'm the worst," piped up Chica, sounding like she could barely contain herself.
"Huh? Why do you say…?" Bonnie stopped when she realized what Chica meant. "Oh god… please tell me what I'm seeing isn't true!"
Chica stood in front of Pirate Cove. She wore a huge grin on her face while also wearing Foxy's hat and coat and carrying Bonnie's guitar. Freddy's cane was dangling off her arm by the hook.
"I took these while you were all caught up in everything!" she said proudly.
"This is certainly an unexpected turn of events," remarked Freddy conversationally.
"Clever girl," murmured Golden.
Bonnie stared in disbelief. "But Cheeks… why?"
"To teach you not to underestimate me," she giggled. "After all of the time I've spent being friends with you and Foxy, did you really think I wouldn't have picked up a few things?"
"What have we done?" Bonnie collapsed to her knees in despair. "We've corrupted this innocent soul."
"And here's the proof ta all-a them daft pirates that said women have no place on a ship!" chortled Foxy. "Fine work, Chica me lass! Fine work indeed!"
"High praise from you, captain," she said with a little dip. "Now, can you live up to your title and reclaim what's been taken?"
Foxy grinned. "Is that challenge? Because that sounded like a challenge ta me."
"Come and get them then!" With that, she took off down the hall at surprising speed for someone so small.
"Tryin' ta outrun me? Ye've gone and done it now, lass!" Foxy took after her at full speed.
"Hey come back here!" Bonnie pursued too. "For the love of god, Chica do not drop that guitar!"
Golden, Mike and Freddy just watched and laughed at the sight of Chica giggling with glee while she led Bonnie and Foxy on a chase around the restaurant. Foxy chortled like he was having the time of his life, while Bonnie continued to beg for the return of her precious guitar.
"Ooh, I forgot something." Chica swiped Mike's hat as she ran past him and slapped it on her head. "There we go!"
"Hey! Stealing an officer's hat is an actionable offence!" he called after her.
"So go ahead and arrest me, Officer Schmidt," she teased before sprinting off to escape her pursuers.
Mike went to stand next to Freddy and Goldie but didn't try to chase after her, mainly because he knew there was no way he would ever be able to catch her. He just shook his head and laughed when Bonnie tried to dive at Chica only for her to step out of the way so she collided into Foxy going in the other direction.
"This certainly looks like it's goin' to be an eventful evenin'," Freddy said to Mike.
"Looks like it," agreed Mike. "Better than what it was before anyway."
"All things considered, yes," he nodded, then motioned Mike silently to follow him backstage. He and Golden both did, closing the door behind them. "I can only imagine what their parents must be goin' through. Those poor children…"
"Yeah. How are they all holding up about it?" asked Mike.
He sighed. "They have their own ways. Some days it gets to them more than others. The best we can do is hold onto the hope that things'll work out in the end."
Mike knew what he meant by that. As expected, each of the band members were treating the disappearances differently and reacted a certain way if the subject was on their minds. Bonnie had her usual brand of sarcasm, but it usually turned more unpleasant if it continued unfettered. Foxy was the most optimistic or at least appeared to be, usually the one to say the children would be found safe and sound. Chica was the most sensitive on the subject. She couldn't stand the thought of something bad happening to the kids and clearly wanted to believe they would be found. At the same time though, it was hard to accept that with how long it had been.
The two bears were a different case in that Mike wasn't completely certain what they thought about it. Golden had mentioned how she was reviewing camera footage from public surveillance and keeping up with police reports of the investigation but she had little to say on what she thought about it. When asked, it was often the vague response that she had 'ideas' and said nothing more to add to that.
Freddy had even less to say about it. At least in front of the others. If signs started to show that the subject was weight heavily on everyone, he'd be the first to suggest an activity or conversation that deviated away from it or he would endorse in Foxy's optimistic appraisals. Like his sister, he said little about what he thought about this whole thing.
As if he knew what Mike was thinking, he spoke up again. "I have to be honest with you, Mike. Whatever ultimately becomes of this children, it won't reflect well on the restaurant. At best, they'll be found safe and sound and their parents, along with others, will be more reluctant to let them come here. If by some cruel twist of fate they aren't, that'll be doubly true. Regardless of either scenario, it will take us a while to recover."
"You d-don't think the restaurant would end up closing, do you?" he asked worriedly.
"I hope not. But our history is not without blemish. We all know about '87, but then there's also the two break-ins here and at the warehouse, along with the rumours surrounding the night guard position before it was filled. Then there's what happened at Fredabear's," he added.
"There was never anything as bad as '87, but there were a few near misses with Spring's erratic moods," chimed in Golden. "It was another reason why Freddy's was established, to give it a fresh start after Spring was permanently decommissioned. The worry Freddy and I, along with others I'm sure, is that all of this compounded with the disappearances, it might be the last straw for some people depending what happens."
"No…" Mike dreaded the idea of that happening. "What would happen to all of you?"
"I pray we never find out. That's why it's so important, now more than ever, that we hold on to the hope that we'll pull through this." He lent across the table. "I know I can count on you to help keep everyone's spirits up, Mike. We cannot let despair overcome us."
"Of course," said Mike at once. "But uh…" He trailed off, not sure if it was his place to say anything.
"Go on, son," prompted Freddy. "If you have somethin' to say, don't be afraid to."
Mike rubbed the back of his head nervously. "O-Okay. It's just uh… we can't exactly avoid talking about it a-all the time either. I-It's pretty much all everyone talks a-about and like you said it uh… it affects us all greatly."
"He has a point, Freddy," agreed Golden. "I know your way of doing things is to avoid sensitive or upsetting topics and I know you feel responsible for everyone, but they're not children and they're not stupid. They know how bad things are right now. I think it best to show you acknowledge it from time to time, but be sure to give them that hope too."
"Hmm." Freddy thought for a moment, then nodded. "Thank you both of you. Yes, it's a good idea. No sense ignorin' the elephant in the room and we might as well give reassurance that he isn't goin' to start tramplin' things."
"Sounds good." Mike was quiet while he listened to the antics of the other three outside. "Is it weird to think that, you know, we're p-partially responsible for what happened? I-I mean, these kids all came to Freddy's on a pretty regular basis."
"It's not weird at all, son. I have similar feelings. In some way, I think we all do," he admitted. "The moment they walk through those doors, the children are our responsibility. I like to think we not only keep them entertained but safe as well. It weighs heavily on me to know they went missin' practically on our watch. If I had any say in the matter, I'd be out there helpin' in the search myself."
"I know you would," said Golden, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You shouldn't hold yourselves responsible for what happened to those children. You only work the night shift, Mike and I know you and everyone else will have done everything you could to guard them while they were here, Freddy. The police, as hard as it might be to believe are doing all they can and I'm keeping myself updated on the investigation. If anything comes through, I'll let you know. All we can do now is stay strong and hope for the best."
Mike smiled proudly at her. It was hard to believe that a few weeks ago, this was the same entity determined hurt them in whatever way she could whether by words or physical blows.
Freddy beamed sincerely back at her. "Very true. Thank you, my sister."
"Anytime, my brother. It seems like I came back at the right time. However did you manage to survive this long without my guidance and wisdom?" she teased.
"Actually, I found it to be quite a relief when you were gone. After all, you always were very…" The corners of his mouth twitched.
"Oh, I know that look. Whatever it is you're going to say, don't you dare say it," she warned.
"What do you mean? I was only goin' to say you were very-"
"Don't!"
"Overbearing."
"No!" She slammed her head against the table. "It's not even funny! It's the same pun over and over again! Why do you still do it?!"
"Way I see it, it still gets some sort of reaction," he chuckled. "Come on, let's head on back out and see if things have resolved themselves."
When they came out, Chica still had the things she'd managed to swipe from everyone except Goldie. Foxy appeared to have given up the chase though Mike had a feeling it was more just so he could watch Bonnie make bids for her guitar rather than being unable to catch Chica. It seemed the temporary loss of his hat and coat was worth it for a good laugh at Bonnie's expense.
Both women were now near the stage. Chica stood on it while wearing Bonnie's guitar over her shoulder and pretending to play it. Bonnie was on the restaurant floor feet away from her though she was making no attempt to grab her prized instrument.
"You know, I can see why you enjoy this guitar, Bon," remarked Chica casually. "It feels rather empowering."
"Chica please, just give it back!" she pleaded while on opposite sides of a table. "I'll do anything!"
"Anything, you say." Chica tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Let's see… I could ask you to clean the kitchen for a week. Or longer perhaps."
"Chicaaaaaa…!"
"Get you to give Foxy a little kiss on the cheek," she pondered. "If only to see your reaction to it."
"When did you become so cruel?!"
"It would teach you for teasing me about Mike. Ooh, I've got it! I want to see you…" She let it hang in the air before delivering the punchline. "In a dress!"
Foxy guffawed at that idea. Bonnie stared at her friend incredulously which she returned with a cheeky smirk of her own.
"You can't be…!" She groaned loudly. "Fine, I'll do it!"
"Not just for a few minutes. I want you to wear it for a whole evening," she clarified. "Maybe a whole week? No, no just an evening. I'm not that mean."
"Fine, fine, whatever! Just gimme back my guitar already!"
"If we're agreed, then here you go." She handed back the instrument which Bonnie swiped at once. "And before you say anything about not having something in your size, don't worry. I'm sure we can arrange something."
Bonnie didn't reply. She firmly turned her back on Chica.
"Bonnie? Are you okay?" she asked. "You're not mad with me… are you?"
This time, her response was to glare at Chica out of the corner of her eye and begin trudging in the direction of the storeroom she frequented when in a poor mood.
"B-Bonnie, wait. I was only playing around, I didn't mean to…" She trailed off when Bonnie could be heard snickering. "Hey! Don't do that!"
"Okay, okay, that was jerkish of me," she admitted. "Sorry, Cheeks. No hard feelings?"
"O-Oh!" She seemed surprised, but also relieved. "Good. I-I mean yes, no hard feelings. Great!"
"Sweet." Bonnie lightly punched her shoulder. "I'm legit pretty impressed. I never figured you'd have it in you."
She perked up. "Really?"
"Yep. Now when I eventually get you back for this, I don't have to feel bad about it."
"Oh, I see." Chica laughed at first. "That's a joke. You are joking, right? B-Bonnie?"
The rabbit woman merely smirked and patted her friend on the head before meandering back to everyone else, Chica tottering behind her with a concerned look on her face.
"So where'd you lot wander off ta?" asked Foxy of Goldie, Freddy and Mike. "Ya missed a grand display the likes-a which I doubt we'll see again anytime soon."
"We were uh just talking about Jeremy. You know, the n-new guy?" said Mike quickly, not wanting a dire atmosphere to set back in again.
"Oh aye!" Foxy nodded approvingly. "Now there's a lad with some spirit ta be sure. Thought he seemed a bit green around the gills at first, but he's taken ta the job like a fish does ta swimmin'."
"I like him too," put in Chica with a little giggle. "He said he had a hard time telling which was sweeter, me or my cupcake and an even harder time telling which was cuter."
Bonnie shrugged. "Yeah, he's cool I guess."
Goldie laughed. "Oh come now, Bonnie. You're not peeved because he managed not to lose his cool when tried to do your tough woman act?"
"When he came in, she demanded of him what he thought he was doing," Freddy explained to Mike. "To which the young man, without batting an eye, retorted: 'I'm doing my job. I know since you're clearly not familiar with it, it looks weird to see someone actually do it."
"To which Bonnie responds by coming over to shake his hand in welcome, obviously wearing a joy buzzer at the same time. I thought Jeremy would fall for it, until he suddenly asked if there was a scratch on her guitar. He made a huge fuss over it too, to really sell his performance," continued Chica.
"Sneaky little punk," said Bonnie, though it was with admiration. "He managed to slip off the buzzer in the confusion and turn it around on me when he shook my hand. Then he grins and says thanks for the welcome before leaning in quick and whispering that I'm gonna have to try harder than that. Well, challenge accepted, Fitzgerald. Been a while since I had a feisty one."
"I'm honestly not sure who to place my money on. If I had any," added Golden.
"May the best of you win," wished Freddy. "Yes, I have a feelin' that Mr Fitzgerald will fit in just fine in our little family."
"Good to know," said Mike a little stiffly. He couldn't help but feel a little twinge of jealousy at how easily Jeremy had managed to fit in.
"Don't worry, Mike," assured Chica, appearing to sense this. "You're still our number one night guard."
"Even though I'm the only one?" recalled Mike.
"Yep. That's what makes you even more special." She gave Mike one of those smiles that made his heart quicken a little.
"Aye, ye'll always be me first mate, Mike," said Foxy. "Jeremy's a fine addition ta the crew, but I'll never ferget who first set us a better course again."
"Yeah…" He smiled gratefully at them. "Thanks guys. I'm fine, don't worry."
"I wasn't worried," dismissed Bonnie. "Personally I think Jeremy's a better deal. You think there's any way we can get your shifts switched?"
Mike didn't lose his smile. "You say that, but we know you'd miss tormenting me."
"Hmm, good point," she admitted. "It's nice to know Jeremy's gonna give me a challenge, but I like to have the easier option too."
"I knew it. So, what do we feel like doing now?" asked Mike.
"How about a round of our lil' game?" proposed Foxy. "It's gotten a new feel ta it since Goldie started joinin' in."
"Only because she uses her abilities to give you guys another edge over me," grumbled Mike.
"I prefer to see it as making it a more challenging experience," she countered.
"A grand idea. And everyone?" Freddy looked like he was gearing up for an announcement. "These are dark times, to be certain. We're all worried for these five missing children and possibly even the future of our home. You have good reason to be. But I take heart in one thing, my friends: we are together, all of us. I mean, just look at tonight. Despite all the hardships we are and have endured, we're still able to find strength in each other as we have always done no matter how bad things might seem. I remain confident that will continue to be the case. I look at the ways you've all grown since we got back on our feet and I couldn't be prouder of each and everyone here. Together we'll make sure this remains a magical place for all. So to you all, I say: on with the show."
"I'll drink ta that!" cheered Foxy.
"You can count on it," smirked Bonnie.
"I'm always willing to do my part," promised Chica.
"Me too," vowed Mike. "I'm here for you guys whenever you need me."
"As are we, my friend," promised Freddy. "We'll get through this. I know we will."
Golden didn't say anything, merely watched. When Mike looked her way, she nodded and he liked to imagine that if she could have shown it, she would have a smile of her own. Mike felt further emboldened at his friends staying strong as a family and to be included among them. It reminded him how lucky he had been to find them and how much he didn't want to lose them. But that would never happen… would it?
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Thank you, my friend.
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By what could I do better by? Where would say I needed to improve?
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I'm sure he appreciates that.
I certainly wouldn't be able to handle it.
That's the idea hiring him.
Looks like we'll have to wait and see.
It's her speciality.
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Again it's good to be back. Happy to hear I've had a hand in that.
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