Brian James Dunne

Brian? More like Brain! I was in the ball pit. Deep this time. Like, well past my calf. I was beginning to lose all hope. I was fading fast. Suddenly, I looked up, and there was Brian. He had his arm extended towards me like some sort of Orthodox angel artwork from the late Byzantine period. Honestly..., at that poiny I was just ready to give my last will and testament. Make sure the wife got the radiator. But Brian did more than that, he pulled me out. And he helped me write that will. And more importantly, helped me sue Wendys like the gentleman he is. We lost, but he was real professional about it, showing up to the court with a briefcase and everything. Five shiny golden gavels out of five. Hire this guy or you're stupid.