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*CLASSIFIED01*: Honey, I'm in the midst of running tests on the latest batch of G. Can I help you with something?
AnnetteBirkin: For starters, you can tell me why we received a package from Nicaragua marked "High-Grade Material".
*CLASSIFIED01*: Ah. My package.
AnnetteBirkin: William, this isn't another "surprise" box of joints laced with LSD, is it?
*CLASSIFIED01*: No, no, I've learned from the mistakes of that Halloween. No, THIS package is cocaine.
AnnetteBirkin: You can't see it, but I've just facepalmed.
AnnetteBirkin: Why the HELL would you purchase what feels like 10 pounds of cocaine, AND BRING IT INTO OUR HOUSE!? WITH OUR TWELVE-YEAR OLD CHILD, who I might add looked at it and asked, "Mommy, why does it smell like stinky perfume?"
*CLASSIFIED01*: I'd had no intention of keeping it at the house. I figured since we have to buckle down to get G finished, we might need a little… kickstart of the mental processes.
AnnetteBirkin: So, what? We're going to take a line before lunch every day? Shove our faces into coke till our faces turn purple?
*CLASSIFIED01*: Come off it, Annette. We'll only use it 'till G is done.
AnnetteBirkin: I'm just not sure about this. I've heard stories about people neglecting their personal care, their home life, even their HYGIENE, when they're high on this stuff.
*CLASSIFIED01*: A line a day. I've run the calculations, we have the equipment to measure and monitor it. Trust me, okay?
AnnetteBirkin: ...Ugh. Alright. Just promise me you'll get Sherry a sitter - I can't imagine we'll be in the best state of mind to care for her.
*CLASSIFIED01*: Ah, we'll bring her in with us and tell her we're testing a new brand of coffee. Everything will be fine. You'll see.