Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

Kyle was at his desk, doing paperwork as if nothing strange was happening. Little did Kyle know that the fish was staring at him with malice in its eyes.

Granted, a look of malice looked exactly like the look a fish always has. But still. There was unidentifiable evil intent behind that look.

[OOC: No OCD for me!]

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[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"YOU!!!"

Max stood in the doorway, pointing an accusatory finger at Kyle.

"Where were you YESTERDAY??!?!?"

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

"I took a trip to the mainland," Kyle said. "Why do you ask?"

Kyle had a feeling he knew why, but he figured he should ask the question.

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"We had a CASE yesterday! We got to ARREST people! And you MISSED it, minion!"

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

"You should have called me in," Kyle said. "What was the case?"

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"Some vile miscreants were terrorizing the town!" Max insisted.

"Which was convenient, because Sam and me had been asked to run detention at the school. You could have helped us round up unsuspecting victi-- I mean, no-good delinquents."

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

"They let you near kids?" Kyle asked, sounding surprised.

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"The restraining order expired," Max explained.

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

"Congratulations," Kyle said. "If I'd known that, I would have made you a cake."

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"Well, now you know," Max told him.

He waited a few moments.

"...The kitchen is over that way."

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, that's not actually in my job description," Kyle pointed out. "I'd have to do it during my free time, so it'll have to wait."

[maxnotsam.livejournal.com]

"Your job description is whatever I say it is," Max pointed out. "If I wanted you to dangle from the window while reading the ingredients of a can of Cheez Whiz, you would do it, or you wouldn't get paid."

He shrugged. "...Also, I'd probably shoot you."

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

"I'm probably going to hate myself for asking this, but what is Cheez Whiz?" Kyle asked

[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

"It's processed cheese-like product, in a can," Sam said cheerfully. "You can spray it into someone's mouth and it's close enough to food that it won't kill them."

Sam raised his eyebrows at Max. "Max, are you trying to kill off our employees again?"

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

"No, just talking about shooting me while I'm dangling out the window," Kyle said. "I could survive that."

[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

"We'd hardly hire someone who couldn't," Sam agreed. "Say, how well can you balance on a bowling ball?"

They hadn't played that game since Reno left!

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes I hate being from another galaxy... What's a bowling ball?"

[samnotmax.livejournal.com]

"We've got one around here somewhere," Sam said, pulling open the drawers to his desk. "Then we put an apple on your head. I'm guessing you've never heard of William Tell, either?"

[survivesplague.livejournal.com]

"No, but knowing you guys I'm guessing you'd try to shoot the apple?" Kyle asked. That wasn't any kind of great deduction. It was just what he expected from Sam and Max.