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"My real name is Arthur Burger, I own this nightclub, a hotel in London, and my Fortress of Doom is under construction. My official title? I'm not sure that I have one, but I'm the owner of Burgercorp. I live here at the Burgerdance, because I got tired of the hotel. I might move to the fortress when it's done though. The interior decorator did a really nice job with the living quarters there."

Pausing and taking a breath, Burger continued, "now, about this whole you not trusting me thing, I am treating you as a guest because you are my guest. Why must you insist that I have an ulterior motive for everything? Don't you trust anybody in life? Did your boss have an ulterior motive in sending you here? Did you ever even think about that? Did the cook have an ulterior motive when deciding to serve that cake tonight? I may never know, but it sure was good cake. I'm not saying you should take everything at face value, but have I done you wrong yet?" Burger asked and then said "you must be tired. You've had a long day. Would you like me to walk you back to your room?"

Burger walked Blossom back to her room, opening the door for her and saying "be careful of the hot water if you decide to take a shower. It gets really hot really quickly. I don't really have any spare clothes lying around, except for mine and some extra henchpersons' uniforms. If you want I could have someone get you something though." Without waiting for a response, he said "Goodnight Agent Blossom" and shut and locked the door.

Burger walked down to the western catacombs to visit his other two guests. He found them in a double cell still strapped in their comfy chairs. "Good evening gentlemen." he said to them, entering the cell. "I just wanted to tell you personally that I have arranged for you to take a vacation to my new fortress! I hope you enjoy the accomodations as my best interrigators try to straighten out just who you work for directly."

One of the inspectors sneered at Burger saying "You won't get any information from us. When the world is his, you won't need any information either. You better watch out." He began laughing maniacally, and one of the borg guards promptly gagged him. "Goodnight gentlemen," Burger said, turning to walk out of the door. "have them sent on the first cargo shipment in the morning," he told the gatekeeper, the warden of his small prison. With that he left the catacombs, closed the nightclub and went to bed for the night.

Burger's phone woke him up early the next morning. "Hello," he said groggily. It was the gatekeeper, "The guests have departed Mr. B." she said, hanging up the phone immediately after. Unable to get back to sleep, Burger decided to go downstiars and see if there were any leftover pastries from the last night. Since it was Sunday the club wouldn't be opening tonight, but he still had a business meeting to attend to, and would need his energy to deal with those pesky steel company people.

Finding a nicely sized tray of pastries, Burger grinned hungrily. He made himeself a double pot of tea, but suddenly got an idea. He loaded the tray with a few more pastries, grabbed two plates some napkins and the tea, loaded it all onto a tea cart and rushed to the guest room, helping himself to some of the better looking pastries on the way. The steel guys wouldn't be arriving for hours.

reaching the guest room, he knocked on the door, helping himself to even more pastries while waiting for it to open, not wanting to have to share his favorites with anyone.

Surprized at how quickly Blossom ate, Burger wondered to himself if truth serum would have been an easier choice after all. "Ah, sleep is hard to get around here i'm afraid. I'm sorry about the bed, I'll fire the person that picked the mattress out." he said, sitting on the bed to test it out. "Oh yeah, I see what you mean. That must be why the guys from the glass factory were so upset." He said, trying to suppress a smile

He reached accross the tray and grabbed a few more pastries and a cup of tea, relieved that Blossom seemed to be eating mostly his least favorite: the almond covered ones.

"Well, I have some work to do, but I understand that you have brought nothing with you but the colthes you are wearing." he said, sipping more tea. "I have arranged for one of my more trustworthy lackeys and some borg to escort you to your home, if you would like, to pick up some clothing. They will take it back here, each piece will be checked and then given back to you. I thought it would be a reasonable plan. I won't be coming with you though, unfortunately. I have some gentlemen from a steel company coming in in a few hours." He said, hoping she wouldn't be as difficult as she was yesturday.

"You dont' have a home? Where do you live then?" Burger asked skeptically. "Well, if you really insist, I'm afraid I cannot trust the lackey who was supposed to go with you with shopping. In that case, you'll have to wait until i'm out of my meeting and I'll accompany you. Just don't try anything funny. In the meantime, I can find a henchperson's uniform for you to borrow, or you could check the lost and found and the coat check room to see if there's anything that suits you."