I watch gleefully as my chicken army take care of the guards. I phone Paddy once again.
"So, anything go down in the auction that I should know about?"
"Or maybe we're actually being competen- yeah, this is too easy."
I hand Salt a jacket made of explosives.
"If something does attack us, give it a big ol' hug."
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