Getting a meeting with the mayor was like making folk in a chain gang do honest work. It just weren't happenin. But oh mother Mary or whoever the hell had caused the bear to sing, I landed me a meeting with the bastard. His little fancy workers tried to get me to leave fifteen times! Ain't he care about his grandson?

Finally, a man in a suit walked into the room. Too smart lookin' to be the mayor, too dumb lookin' to be above him either. It was another one of his damn butlers.