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Unalienable Rights Chapter 5

Roger! Francine screamed. Stan, get up here!

What? What? I'm here? Stan had rushed up the stairs. Are you alright, Francine? What's wrong?

Roger's gone!

Oh no. That's horrible. Stan said, sarcastically. Francine slapped him across the face.

How dare you. You're just like Bullock. He saved your life. Do you remember that? Do you, Stan? And now you don't care when he's missing. Francine was so upset that she was whispering by the end.

Francine, come on. Come on, Francine. I mean come on.

You got anything else to say?

Uh, let's go look for him? Stan said, unsurely.

That's right. Now let's move. Grab some booze in case we need to trap him.

Stan did so. Then he said, Well, we have to tell Bullock that we're leaving. Otherwise he'd sent the entire CIA after us. He's not even sure whether or not he wants to kill us.

Fine, Francine said. Do it, then we're leaving.

Stan rushed down the stairs almost as quickly as he had up them. Bullock, Hayley, and Steve were sitting at the table, eating the ham. Stan suddenly became very nervous. Bullock had a look about him that scared Stan. What did he decide?

Ah, Smith. There you are. I have de

Deputy Director Bullock, Francine and I will be stepping out for a bit. What should we leave as collateral so that you know we will return?

There's no nee

My wedding ring? Okay here you go. He dropped his ring on the table in front of Bullock and ran to meet Francine who was waiting outside.

Your ring?! Stan Smith! How could you?

Calm down. I'll get it back. Would you rather be shot?

Frankly, I'm not too sure if I would mind that.

Francine, it'll be fine. I'll get the ring back.

You are so ignorant, Stan. Can't you see that it's not the ring I'm really worried about?

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