While we're busy out here in the middle of the Pacific it is reassuring to know that our possessions, stored in our cargo container at a secret site outside Denair, California, are under the watchful eye of crack security forces -- Evan, Danika, Jared.
If they get tired of their post in front of our container, which is stored at their parent's ranch, they could probably get a job on Guam, where nearly everyone who is not somehow employed by a government entity works as a security guard -- although most out here are unarmed guards. (Even off duty police officers don't seem to carry guns.)
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