The Judge nearly choked on his own spit—trust a fat man to let him down!"When did you and The Judge get so chummy? Missing him so much you're making calls after just three days apart?" Howard shot a look at The Judge before eyeing Mystical Chubby."I was just worried you'd be fretting over your safety in Sullivan, Sir. So, I thought I'd check in!" Mystical Chubby said with a grin."Next time, you might as well take a time-out on the mountain!" Howard shot him a warning glance."Oh no, not that!" Mystical Chubby's face fell at the mention of a mountain retreat. "I'm sorry, Sir. It won't happen again, I swear!"Then, turning to The Judge, he pleaded, "Judge, own up to it, will you? Or I'm the one who's going to pay for it.""Sir, I think I deserve some credit here." The Judge ignored Mystical Chubby's plea and turned to Howard, looking for some recognition."Just yesterday, Mr. Louis was on the line asking if you were hanging around Mendorra. It took all I had not to spill the be
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