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[turn4bout]

[ KNOCK. KNOCK, MOTHERFUCKERS. Someone's pounding on your door. Might want to open it up. You wouldn't want to keep the FBI waiting, would you?

There are two "agents" at the door. Both in matching black suits with matching terribly colored, hideous ties. Both with badges in hand (Terezi's is upside down). One is covered in gray facepaint and has candy corn taped to her head. The other is Dean fucking Winchester.

And you, my friend, are suspected of a various assortment of crimes. ]

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[bad-ass-dude.livejournal.com]

[Oh dear. Well, Shizzy has no reason to NOT open the door. I mean you're clearly trolls, but there's no reason I shouldn't trust you... say goodbye to Exodia]

.....?

[Yes, he is a man of so many words.]

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

I'm Agent Mulder, this is Agent Scully.

[Badge, badge. Gesture, gesture.]

There's been a recent rash of violence towards large appliances and garbage disposal units in the neighborhood, and we were wondering if you would be willing to answer a few questions.

[bad-ass-dude.livejournal.com]

[OMG for dropping that reference you are my hero, sir Winchester. Ahem.]

...Are you serious?

[It's a little hard to tell from his tone if he's actually surprised or if he's caught on to the joke already. Feel free to continue trolling.]

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

No, this is a joke, and it's absolutely hilarious. Watch my mouth as I laugh. [ FROWN. ]

Now that we've got the pleasantries out of the way, I suggest you invite us into your hiveunit.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean just stares, waiting.

This is serious business, man.]