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Still not beyond shooting those birds...

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*snorts* Maybe I should have bought her the purse afterall.

Possibly. *shakes his head* I'm grateful for Trudy's understanding, really. That woman is a doll.

I assume Trudy is your wife? Not an actual doll?

*pulls a face; what kind of joke is that??*

Yes. Trudy is Mrs Campbell.

*makes another amused sound at that*

She still sounds like a doll.

Excuse me? *raises his voice*

*puts on a voice which is a fair impression of Shawn*

The Trudy Campbell Doll. Now with matching purse.

*just watches him, completely and utterly speechless*

.....

*raises a hand, as if putting some space between them*

Look, whoever you are, I realise that you probably have reduced mental capabilities and I don't want to engage in a fight with someone of your kind. But you ought to respect my wife's name.

*raises his eyebrows for a moment before they fall into a scowl*

Do you think I'm better than you? Talking about my mental capacities and insisting that I'm a sucker for your advertising jiggle or whatever! I'M Head Detective!

*looks him up an down, his mouth twitching in disgust*

And I'm the king of Switzerland! *leans forward a bit as he says this, his ironic tone emphasized by a wonky smile* I'd like to speak to your superior, if you were so kind.

*looks at him, his head jerking back a bit*

I doubt it, you're too short to be him. And I am my superior!

*narrows his eyes*

Do you know anything about the Dyckmans? We are one of the most influential families in the country. *raises a finger* It would cost me one call to get your sorry self on the streets. One simple call.

I can safely say that I know absolutely nothing about the Dickmen. Your influence clearly didn't hit the West Coast.

We'll see about that. *tilts his head* Give me your full name.

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