IT'S ALL IN THE PRESENTATION
WOW: direct. Dean's got plenty of flannel - and not just in his wardrobe!
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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"Dean, are you really going to cook dinner for those two Huntercorp idiots?"
"Well, I'm cooking dinner for us Sam, so why not?"
"Do you really think either of them would be interested in anything you make? They're all about fancy cordon bleu and nouvelle cuisine!"
"Trust me Sam, I know what I'm doing."
LATER…
"Okay gents. Direct from my five-star kitchen; I've prepared fingers of lightly grilled ground pork atop a bed of finest wholemeal ciabatta seasoned with melted churned buttermilk and a barbecue smoked jus."
"Sam, here's yours."
"Wait… Dean, it's a sausage sandwich."
"Shhh… don't tell them that!"
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