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Got Nov. 4th off. Hockey marathon!

I think the day off is supposed to be for voting, Ray.

You sure?

I believe so, yes.

I'll get around to that. But more importantly: hockey. Beer. Sweatpants.

Of course, after you get back from the polls.

Yeah, sure.

You are going to the polls, aren't you?

What, right now? We got a case!

No, not now, Ray, on the 4th.

Ohh. Yeah! After hockey. And pizza. What kind of pizza do you want to get? Don't say lichen.

Before hockey and pizza.

Fraser, it's my day off. I ain't leaving the house before noon.

Then we will eat pizza and watch hockey after noon, after you go to the polls.

I'll do that later, when I'm out. You can have pizza delivered, these days. To your apartment.

I don't think you ~~will~~ have any menus.

What are you talking about, I've got a billion--

...don't you dare. That's not buddies. That's destruction of personal property.

I don't know what you're talking about, Ray.

And now you're lying to a cop. I don't know if I should be pissed or proud.

Oh, I never lie, Ray, you know that.

Oh, of course not.

Indeed.

You have an entire day off work and nothing better to do with your time than watch hockey? That's sad, Kowalski.