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Once again, Sam sits at his office, his feet on the desk, watching the arm on the clock move to count the seconds. After a while, he hears someone running in the lobby. As the steps come closer he takes his feet from the desk and waits for the door to open. "SAM!! THIS IS SO HILLARIOUS, I THOUGHT HE HAD A STROKE OR SOMETHING HAHAHA!" As Frö enters the room he falls over, landing on his face on the floor. "Oh, sorry 'bout that!" he mumbles in the carpet as Sam approaches him, stretching his hand out. "Jeez, sometimes I wonder who is the older brother.." He sighs as he helps Frö up again. "Why the hurry, I've said thousands of times that I don't like people running in the lobby!" Frö smiles. "Yup, like papa!" He watches Sam's face turn from one color to another as he proceeds. "Aaaaand speaking about Mr Sweden! Guess what he kinda slipped out yesterday?" Sam sighs "What, he wants me to pay for something again? He wants mom to tell those mountain kids to give up their forests to serve him? He wants me to stop Emma-Maija from actually jumping from a damned godforsaken mountain??" Frö snickers as he hears how his brother argues. "Nono, this time he was actually funny, not tragic, just funny. He can't be serious about it, that would be too good to be true, but he looked very serious." Sam sighs "Well, spit it out if it's that fun, see if I laugh!" Frö puts his finger over Sam's lips. "Hush! I'll come to it. He wants us to work again. He said to me some months ago that he needs me to protect the airport, you may already know about that. Now he wants you to rebuild the artillery, saying "I know too well how good my son Samuel is at sniping, sometimes I think he is just like Trond... Weird." Sam scratches his neck and walks towards the window. "So he thinks I'm a good sniper, just because I can do what he does, exhausted on skis? Or is he referring to the time when I actually used my weapons?" Frö shrugs. "Who knows, I told you he is noble, I trust ONE noble person and that guy would probably kill me if i..." Frö interrupts himself as a ski boot hits his head. "Ow! I didn't say it!" Sam turns to him, aiming at him with his ski stick. "You were about to! You KNOW how much I hate that and still..." Frö runs out of the office with Sam running after him waving the ski stick "DON'T RUN FROM ME WHEN I'M THROWING THINGS AT YOU, WHAT KIND OF A VIKING ARE YOU!" Frö runs out of the building, remembering well that Sam has only one boot. Lucky for him!

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Once again, Sam sits at his office, his feet on the desk, watching the arm on the clock move to count the seconds. After a while, he hears someone running in the lobby. As the steps come closer he takes his feet from the desk and waits for the door to open. "SAM!! THIS IS SO HILLARIOUS, I THOUGHT HE HAD A STROKE OR SOMETHING HAHAHA!" As Frö enters the room he falls over, landing on his face on the floor. "Oh, sorry 'bout that!" he mumbles in the carpet as Sam approaches him, stretching his hand out. "Jeez, sometimes I wonder who is the older brother.." He sighs as he helps Frö up again. "Why the hurry, I've said thousands of times that I don't like people running in the lobby!" Frö smiles. "Yup, like papa!" He watches Sam's face turn from one color to another as he proceeds. "Aaaaand speaking about Mr Sweden! Guess what he kinda slipped out yesterday?" Sam sighs "What, he wants me to pay for something again? He wants mom to tell those mountain kids to give up their forests to serve him? He wants me to stop Emma-Maija from actually jumping from a damned godforsaken mountain??" Frö snickers as he hears how his brother argues. "Nono, this time he was actually funny, not tragic, just funny. He can't be serious about it, that would be too good to be true, but he looked very serious." Sam sighs "Well, spit it out if it's that fun, see if I laugh!" Frö puts his finger over Sam's lips. "Hush! I'll come to it. He wants us to work again. He said to me some months ago that he needs me to protect the airport, you may already know about that. Now he wants you to rebuild the artillery, saying "I know too well how good my son Samuel is at sniping, sometimes I think he is just like Trond... Weird." Sam scratches his neck and walks towards the window. "So he thinks I'm a good sniper, just because I can do what he does, exhausted on skis? Or is he referring to the time when I actually used my weapons?" Frö shrugs. "Who knows, I told you he is noble, I trust ONE noble person and that guy would probably kill me if i..." Frö interrupts himself as a ski boot hits his head. "Ow! I didn't say it!" Sam turns to him, aiming at him with his ski stick. "You were about to! You KNOW how much I hate that and still..." Frö runs out of the office with Sam running after him waving the ski stick "DON'T RUN FROM ME WHEN I'M THROWING THINGS AT YOU, WHAT KIND OF A VIKING ARE YOU!" Frö runs out of the building, remembering well that Sam has only one boot. Lucky for him!