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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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[paper-knight.livejournal.com]

Mark answers the door with his hands full of yarn and a harried look on his face.
The room behind him is strung--wall to wall--with more of the same, a tangled mess of yarn and pushpins and papers and the occasional demonic Rubiks cube. He is on the verge of a breakthough, he's sure of it. A breakthrough in what the narration has no idea.

"Make it quick. I'm a little busy, here."

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[This fellow appears to be a rather suspicious character. Obviously the only way to deal with this is with impeccable aplomb.]

Sir.

[A nod.]

I'm Agent Sonny, this is Agent Cher. We'd like to ask you a few questions.

[paper-knight.livejournal.com]

The Feds. Of course.
His eyes narrow.

"I'd like to see your IDs."

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ Terezi pulls her out, flashing it upside down. ]

Agent Sonny. You, too.

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean flashes his badge right-side-up, all serious business and no-nonsense.]

Can we come in?

[paper-knight.livejournal.com]

No you may not.

Ask your questions.

[turn4bout.livejournal.com]

[ wow r u d e

Terezi shares a knowing glance with the space a little to the left of Dean. It says "look at this douchebag, he is so fucking illegal, let's bust 'em."

She sticks her foot in the door. ]

Where were you on the night of August?

[dashboardlite.livejournal.com]

[Dean shares an equally meaningful and important glance with Terezi- Or, well. He would if she could "see."]

And don't dance around the subject.

[paper-knight.livejournal.com]

[He glares at Dean. He doesn't like the implication that he's being less than frank.]

I was here. Every night in August.

[So there. Nyeh.]