Brokensong: This is not my real job, my real job involves working for a government agency nobody knows about -
Security guards burst into the room and fan out looking for Brokensong.Guard 1:There he is, get him!
Brokensong:(breaking for door)I've gotta go. Here.(hands you a manilla envelope) I'll get this later. (exits stage left, guards pursue yelling)
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