All right, I'll tell you what. I'll do some snooping, see if I can pin the bastard down, and let you know what I come up with. I'm not so sure about just going right out and rolling one of our own unless I'm pretty confident it's not gonna get my head handed to me on a silver platter, you know?

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Though from the sound of it, he's not really one of our own, is he.