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It was a busy day on the phones for Dale as there were plenty of people calling in to complain about the fact they were talking in rhyme.

Not that there was anything that the police station could do anything about that, but Dale was happy to the complaint calls and assure everyone that this would no doubt end very soon.

In the middle of all the complaints, one important call did come through.

At first Dale thought that it was the FBI branch requesting his assistance to do another profile but as it turned out it was something all together.

It was a job offer.

And while it was unexpected, it was too good of an opportunity to turn down, especially with where the job was going to be.

After a few moments of consideration he gave them his answer and a date when he would be able to start. A few minutes later he had drafted a resignation letter and contacted the Mayor's office to let them know what was going on so he could make sure there would be a smooth transition.

And then he was back to taking phone calls.

"I assure you Madam, please let me make it clear.
This rhyming thing is nothing to fear.
So please stop calling and don't raise a fuss.
When you use that language you make a sailor blush."

Dale was truly going to miss the phone calls. Really.

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Priestly had his own theories about that, what with Edward coming from a society that in essence seemed to be medieval, but he decided now wasn't the time to go into that.

"Yeah, it's total crap. But that doesn't mean he doesn't have the intelligence for critical analysis in other areas."

Too much of it, perhaps, and not enough empathy.

Sigh. Priest used such words Edward would never understand.

He nodded, only to agree with what his friend said.

"I cannot see that man being intelligent in any area."

There was a slight pout.

"Look at where I am."

Priestly grinned. "Yeah, man, this is awesome! Getting arrested for defending a chick is totally hardcore."

His brows shot upwards. "It is? I should be proud of this, yes?"

"Totally, man! It's like . . . passive resistance. You do the crime you do the time, but people start to see that the crime is total bullshit, you know?"

Passive resistance.

He was CLUELESS.

But he was nodding. "I commited no crime! So yes, total bull...what you said."

"Well, technically, threatening to run him through really is a crime."

"No it's not." He argued.

"No, actually, it is. A misdemeanor, I think. Night in jail, maybe a restraining order. Most people don't bother to press charges."

STRANGE strange words.

"It is a stupid law. Gentleman should defend women whenever necessary!"

"Well, I like to think of it as people should defend other people. But going around threatening people all the time isn't always the way to do it."

He blinked. "You're right. I would defend you and not ever do evil things to you just as Dinah said. What do you suggest I should have done?"

When had Dinah been talking to Edward about protecting him?

"I dunno, man, a stern talking to?"

"There was no reasoning with that troll. I should have planted my fist in his face instead of being kind enough to threaten first."

"Nononono. You gotta think more subtle than that if you don't wanna get arrested, dude. You gotta like . . . mock him. Make him feel stupid."

"Like what you told me to do with Hannibal?" he asked.

"Exactly, man! You gotta get psychological on these guys."

"When I see him next, I shall make him pay!" he exclaimed loudly.

"Woah, woah, dude, voice down. You can't say stuff like that in a police station."

SIGH.

"I can't say this. I can't do that. I am dreadfully tired of this, Priest."

"I know, man, this isn't your world and they aren't your rules. But while you're here, you should probably get to know 'em."

"And how do you suggest I do that? I do something honorable and I am placed behind bars. Were I a woman, I might possible cry."

"Dude, that's such a stereotype." Priestly shook his head. "Educate yourself. It's not like all the rules are all secret or anything."

Did Priest forget who he was talking to?

Edward looked down. At his lap.

He didn't know what stereotype was. How did he go about educating himself? He was already in school!