<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br/>Sammy Reagan</span><br/><em>Phantom Arbiter</em>- 5<br/><em>Holy Moonlight Blade</em>- 4<br/><em>Expert Profiler</em>- 4<br/>Weakness:<em>Actually a Boy</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Of course, of course, no problem at all!"  The old man replied to Julie's request.  Conrad requested a Godfather, then it was Sammy's turn.  "One of your Dagwoods, please, but go easy on the turkey."  Finally, Elodie managed to make up her mind and ordered the albacore tuna salad.  Once the orders were placed, he started - no, more like he blurred into motion.  Cutting bread and adding on toppings and generally becoming a one-man sandwich making-machine.  Each sandwich also came with its own pickle spear, which somehow he'd managed to cut from a large jar of whole pickles that sat behind the counter when no one had noticed.  Katzenberger rang them up at the register.  "Thank you very much, Mr. Toombs!"<br/><br/>"It was my pleasure, sir.  Have a good day!"  There was no proper seating inside the deli itself, but there were a couple of benches outside, or they could go back to the agency.