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[savesomeidjits.livejournal.com]

[Answers phone] Slater, FBI, who's this?

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[imanaquarius.livejournal.com]

Bobby. It's me.

[savesomeidjits.livejournal.com]

What do you need? [that was Bobby, right to business]

[imanaquarius.livejournal.com]

[Who is he t' stop the 'right to business' theme?] We've ...got a problem out here. [Pause...] Ya got a minute?

[savesomeidjits.livejournal.com]

[well that was new, Bobby arches a brow]

Yeah, I got time.

[imanaquarius.livejournal.com]

Good. [He gives it another pause.] We're ...uh.. We're gonna need an alternate way to gank that spirit. Sammy dropped the remains at the bottom of a friggin lake.

...Long story.

[savesomeidjits.livejournal.com]

... bottom of a lake.

[A heavy, world-weary sigh, it's a good bet he's kneading at his brow]

It's going to be messy. Best bet is to get the damn thing to manifest. Trap it, and smash the trap while it's still inside.

[imanaquarius.livejournal.com]

Yeah, obviously I know next time t' just do it myself. [There's.. some arguing. He yells at Sammy for a few seconds before he gets back on the line.] Manifest? Simple enough. Just find somethin' to piss it off enough. A trap? What kind we talkin' here, Bobby?

[savesomeidjits.livejournal.com]

Prefrably something smaller than a whole house, just big enough for the spirit, but barring that some kind of toolshed ought to work fine. Got to leave it an entrance and then cut it off. Roach motel.

[imanaquarius.livejournal.com]

Yeah, alright. We'll figure somethin' out. 'Course I'm a hairs breadth away from throwin' Sammy in the damn water.

[savesomeidjits.livejournal.com]

Do it after you get this thing put down. You're going to need the extra pair of hands.

[imanaquarius.livejournal.com]

No kiddin'. Thanks, Bobby. [He drops that conversation.] You doin' alright over there?

[savesomeidjits.livejournal.com]

Yeah, same ol' same ol'.