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It looks like Dean's slipped into some kind of... too much prog rock coma. I've seen it before, but usually there's shrooms or somethin' goin' on. I put him on ice and then to bed... I also went through his music and took anything with songs over 10 minutes long. Wonder if Doc even knows he had these...
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[Sat 19 Jun / 1:02am] |
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Alright. New place. Nothing I can't handle. Kinda feels like being back at university. Kinda... weird. Alright, I know, this is a university but I mean, I'm not a student this time and these rooms aren't exactly flimsy bunks. Nice big beds. Private rooms and no little pipsqueeks. Might be... useful.
So listen up, students and you other people here at ... Poseidon Academy. Yeah, guess that name fits in the middle of the ocean and let's face it some weird stuff goes down here from what I hear but it's nothing I won't be able to handle.
So I'm Brock Samson with the Office of Secret Intelligence, and I'm here to help out handling a bit of security around this place. So if you got any problems, well just take it to somebody else... unless somebody is being attacked by lizard people or lives are in danger or a horde of henchemen are swarming the place, or there's some sort of, real security thing going on. If it's just some punk kid stole some records out of your car, try locking the car next time and grow a pair. Besides we've got other, stuffed suit security guards to handle that stuff.
Speaking of cars -- don't touch my ride or I'll kill you. Seriously, License to Kill.
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