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Meet them!" as the seated king pin amen'd, "Meet them. Now get the fuck outta here." Silence followed. The assembly dispersed. The big man leaned back in his throne with narrowed eyes. When only the two leaders were left, he spoke softly, "They'll produce," pausing long. B.J. asked what that last 'continuity' thing was all about to no response but a shrug and then a breaking of the somber air, "Did you pick out a china pattern?"