Ah, lunch. It was a wonderful thing, lunch, especially when it meant a chance to escape from Bates. The first sergeant was in a pissy mood, as usual, this time with his ire directed towards Beckham and Corrigan. Even if the men weren't evil boyfriend-offing like he'd suspected, they'd still gone running off to confront a possible evil alien robo-
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