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Covering loose ends...

After Greg finishes his meniacle laughter he turns to you, "Now, who else knows about this," he asks you. Hoping to save Fred you quickly say , "Nobody..." but Greg doesn't look convinced, "Now, now, you don't have to hide anything from me..." he says seductivly, producing another slice of pizza, waving it in front of you, and you involuntarily move for it, "Ah, ah, ah, who else?" he says, holding it out of your reach. You struggle, trying to stop yourself, butyou can't take your eyes off the pizza, "errrrrr... Fred knows, he's analyzing the pizza with some lab guy!" you blurt out, feeling horribl about the betrayal. "There now that wasn't so hard now, was it," he says, dropping the pizza into your outstretched paw, which you gobble up greedily.

Greg leans against the counter, apparently thiking as you lick the left over greese and tomato sauce from your paws. "I'll have to throw him off the scent... you have your cell phone?" he asks, you shake your head, only to have Greg dangle another slice in front of you, to which you nod and produce it. He takes it and give's you the slice. "Now, I'm going to tell you what to say, and if your a good boy, you'll get a whole nother pizza to chow down on, okay." he says, your mouth watering already at the mention of the word, and despite wanting to rebell, your addicted brain forces you to meekly say "Yes sir".

***

"Hello, Fred?" You ask after you dial him up. "Hey, what's up?" he askes, "How'd it go with Greg?" he asks, "Well, we looked through his pantry, and we found a broken pipe with something leaking into the flour bin." you say, "We think it might be the contaminate, so threw it out and sealed it up. Did you manage to get the pizza analysed?"

"No, I havn't seem's I've eaten everything I had, I couldn't find a crumb, I'll have to order some more, but I'm not sure I could stop myself from eating it all." he says, "Well, don't worry about it then." you say, "I think we've probably taken care of it. Well just have to wait and see if everything goes back to normal." You say, "That's great," responds Fred, "Glad to hear this one was an easy fix. Hey, want to hang out a bit tomorrow?" He asks, sounding pleased, "Um... I'm sort of helping Greg reorganize the pantry, just making sure nothing else got contaminated." you say, "Maybe next week."

"Oh, okay, I guess I'll see you around then." He responds, slightly disappointed, but still happy at the good news. "Yeah, C-ya Fred." *Click* Greg closes the phone. "Good boy," he says, handing over the pizza he promised, "That should keep him off the trail for a little while, I'll have to come up with a way to deal with him later." he says, as you gobble up slice by slice, torn between esctasy and the growing heavy feeling of despair in the pit of your stomach, which even now is swelling larger as you greedily devour every scrap.


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