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No kids getting in my car!

I wish I'd laid down that rule.

*is obviously freaked out* Have you smelt them? *shivers*

I have no desire to get that close.

I didn't have to! God, what do they feed those poor children?

There's no way I'm taking them to the office. Shawn and I may pass by the station later, Lassiter...

Curly fries and processed chicken nuggets, I believe.

... Are you sure Spencer's not in his element?

*frowns* I ate that when I was a kid, and I did not smell like them.

Yes. Maybe he's a little too much in it.

Gus, we need to talk to those kids.

Of course. We can do it at the station. Their parents can take them there.

The station is a creepy place. I can´t talk with freaked out kids.

They'll be even more freaked out at the office. Especially if you spend your time hitting on their mothers.

There´s no way we´re taking them to the office. They´d touch... everything. *pulls a face* I was thinking about interrogating them somewhere happier. :D

I know I'll regret having asked this, but... What do you have in mind?

Chuck E Cheese.

Of course. And who's paying?

The department. *grins* Dude, you didn´t thought I would make you pay for that, right?

You don't want me to answer that.

Of course I don´t. I trust you and I know you trust me. We have a great and trusting relationship.

Of course I trust you. ~~Most of the time.~~

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