Freelance Police HQ, Thursday

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Flowers. Murdock was contimplating flowers. Most importantly, what kind should he get? "You know, it's odd," he mused to ... nobody. "With all the weird things that happen around here, you'd think the flowers would do something once. Maybe singing flowers. That'd be cool."

"Or mabye not. They'd probably turn into muderous flowers if you tried to cut them. What do you think, Spatula?"

The only reply from the water cooler was the usual glub glub.

"Yah, me too."

Freelance Police is open. If a little odd today.

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Call!

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Do you like flowers?

Come by!

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Does your case have anything to do with flowers?

Sam & Max

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Max would probably shoot any flowers.

Re: Sam & Max

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Max somersaulted through the door, came up with his gun drawn, and fired randomly at the wall. "Did somebody say... 'flowers'???"

Re: Sam & Max

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It was a sign that Murdock was getting used to the random shooting. Whether it was a good or a bad sign, he couldn't tell.

"Yah," he nodded. "You got an issue with flowers?"

Re: Sam & Max

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Max's brow furrowed at Murdock. "No, I was just thinking of getting a pot of carnations for the file cabinet. Why would you think I had an issue with them?"

Re: Sam & Max

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He shrugged, "Just wondering. Some folks just don't like certain things. I didn't used to care for microwaves."

Still didn't, to be honest. They were just too sneaky about that whole cooking process, ya know.

OOC

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I'm not caffienatied yet.

The youngest wants to play UNO.

I have no idea where the flower thing came from.

*flop*