We got a demon boss-dude, right? We got a severed head to deliver back to LA from Rome. This ain't rocket science, bro. You go to Rome. You get the head. You come back. I understand the need to check up on old girlfriends. Hell, back in the day, I'd swing by for a little game of "How you been, girl?" if I was in the neighborhood, too, so I know how
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