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Dan stared...what the f***? There was a goat sitting on the chair at his desk. And not just any goat -- the ornery, bad-tempered dude that headbutted him the other day! Dammit, he still had the bruises! Frowning, he glanced around to see if anyone else had noticed the animal. Nope. All the officers just went about their business, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to have a billy goat sitting at his desk. It turned to stare piercingly at him with its rectangular pupils, then scrambled off the chair and slowly walked away.
