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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/sits quietly with in unusuals land

[dyingisdifficult]

[ha, okay, good one.]

Seriously, and the gas around here is crazy lately. 4 bucks to a gallon? My balls, they're bustin'.

[raincoatruinedit]

Yeah, I hear ya. It's getting a bit ridiculous. And we can all blame Banks.

[dyingisdifficult]

[he can work with this idea]

Y'know, Walsh. You're a great planner. You don't get enough credit or pay.

[raincoatruinedit]

I just do the job, Delahoy. Same as you and every other detective in the 2nd.

[dyingisdifficult]

... We should all get a pay raise, then.

[man that would be great

he shrugs]

A guy can dream.

[raincoatruinedit]

Keep dreamin', buddy. Sarge is the one who signs off on the pay packets.

[dyingisdifficult]

Feels like we'll be in poor-pay hell for a while.

[Maybe if I tell Sarge I have a tumor, he'll triple my pay. But. It's unlikely. THE ONE GOOD THING THIS DAMN THING WOULD HAVE BEEN GOOD FOR.]

On the bright side, free donuts and coffee. Which might not be a bright side, depending on who's in charge of 'em that day.

[raincoatruinedit]

I try to keep Shraeger from them as much as possible.

[dyingisdifficult]

... You still haven't told her her coffee is like... the worst coffee in existence, have you?

[raincoatruinedit]

She still thinks mine is. Kinda don't want to burst her bubble.