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"Hey, Chief?!" called Jim.
*Crash*
*Yelp*
"Jezz," Blair muttered. "Yeah?" he called out.
"Come here, a minute."
"OK, just a sec," he replied, "yeah, what Jim?" he asked as he rounded
the hall limping and entered the kitchen.
"What's this?" Jim asked as he held up a sticky purple plate, which
other wise should have been pristine white with a thin band of light
green around the edge and an orange and yellow floral pattern.
"You been holding out on me Chief?"
Blair blinked once, twice, thrice.
"Uh-I-uh...well," Blair stumbled over his words.
Jim raised his eyebrows.
"Well, Chief?"
"Uh...I-um-was hun- I had a craving," Blair stammered.
"Uh huh."
End.