Canon is The Unusuals

[dyingisdifficult]

Aright, let's just get this outta' the way, huh? I don't know you, you don't know me. I'd offer to have a drink with you or somethin', but you're not even legally allowed to drink. Even I follow some rules.

Point is, you really don't know a thing about the NYPD or how we, uh... roll. So just drop the keyboard and walk away, unless you wanna' be in the same cell as some guy dressed as a luchador-turned-bulldog fighter.

...

Olé.

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[dyingisdifficult]

[hey how's it going]

Most of them are just chit-chatty kids. Jesus, I'm not paid to babysit 'em while they're holed up in their rooms or at their local Starbucks. Policing and detective work is serious business here.

[thatsthejob]

They just don't understand that. Mine at least is older I guess.

[dyingisdifficult]

Not good, Walsh, not good at all. It might mean she's got the chops to keep you here even longer. She hasn't whipped out the game card on you, has she? I'm not havin' none of that, no thanks. Keep me benched.

[thatsthejob]

Yeah she's been looking actually.

[dyingisdifficult]

... Yikes. I'd give ya' a helmet and a bunker, but I'm fresh out for me.

I could send you a get well card when you're finally put somewhere, though. Y'know, preemptively.

[thatsthejob]

Thanks for the thought. She's not finding anything so far so *knocks on his desk*

[dyingisdifficult]

... Y'still got handcuffs?

[I'M JUST THROWIN IT OUT THERE MAN]

[thatsthejob]

And my gun.

[dyingisdifficult]

Maybe it's time to brush up on your Miranda Rights.

[thatsthejob]

I was thinking more shoot first, worry about rights later.