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Sweetie, there's bad art and there's BAD. ART.

Which is it this time?

BAD. ART.

Ah, shit, not again. Where?

Deli where you were supposed to meet me for lunch.

It's not *his*, is it? I thought we got rid of all that ...

How would I know? *sighs* I don't know Brad. One of the kids kicked the crap out of me, and I happened to look up and notice.

So we'll have a look at it, and, umm ... hope we don't get lost anywhere weird.

I am NOT doing that right now.

Brad, I thought it was over.

Yeah, me too. But ... look at it this way. Okay, so say we got rid of him, we got rid of his art. We still have the multiverse, so even though we got rid og him, maybe there are other "hims" out there. Much as I hate the idea of having to deal with him again, he might not be the only ... he. You know?

I know.

Look, Bartley. I know we have this, duty, or whatever- but we have a family too. What if something happens? Charlie and Gavin will be fine, but Cassie? I can't trust her with guarding a pillow. What about our children?

*laughs* I almost feel bad for Cassie, but ... yeah.

Not sure what to say. We could recruit other people and be Mr and Mrs Miyagi, teaching them wax-on, wax-off.

Do you see me teaching other people?

I hate this.

Good point.

Okay, that was my recommendation. Yours?

I don't know.
I don't know.
I don't know.

It better not be him again. He's supposed to be DEAD. Gavin killed him, right?

Supposedly, yes. But I didn't see a body. Did you?

No...

And he's nowhere to be found. Brad, this can't be happening again.

Well, it can be, but I hope it's not.

I just want- I don't know...

Brad. I want us. I want you and me to be together, forever. I don't want to deal with bad art and perverts.

I won't do it again.

Well, if we don't do it again, and it's him, then someone else is going to have to step up. What about our friends, the agents?

Who, Felicia the fake Italian Jewish Cops wife? Or, Ian, the slightly handsome, slightly creepy old guy who is always out of the damned country?

Eh ... both? And Gavin?

He didn't take the trash out. *grumpy*

I thought it was Cassie's turn.

I can't keep track. *still grumpy*

I want a hug.

*hugs*

*hugs, then pulls away*

What... Did you see that? Brad... no, we're supposed to have our happy ending.

Make it all better.

We may have to make it happy all over again.

This isn't fair.