retarded snicker-let. snicklet, if you will.
"I've got a new mission."
Bones looked up at the sudden interruption. Recognising the intruder, he supposed that he would have looked mildly surprised, had he a face for expressions. In the most composed voice he could managed - which was rather composed - he uttered a greeting.
"Kate! My dear, I didn't expect you back for another month, at least. Please, take a chair. Or perhaps a sofa."
"Sorry, Bones. I can't stay. I just came to tell you that I'm giving up being a defence attorney. Oh, and vigilantism."
He would have blinked, had he the eyelids to do so. He'd always been proud of how difficult he was to surprise, but she'd managed it with that statement.
"Oh? And may I inquire as to the reasons behind this sudden change of heart?"
She shrugged. "You may."
It took him a moment. "... and those are?"
With what could only be called a smirk, she continued. "You see, Bones, I had an epiphany while I was stuck inside the delightful piece of swamp on your fictional assignment. I realised that I'm really wasting my time hunting down villains for the police. The real problem is that the justice system as it stands doesn't have enough resources to catch them itself. So really, I'd be better off increasing those resources."
He thought for a moment, but to no avail. "Sorry, Kate, I'm not sure that I'm following you. You're going to start robbing banks?"
She laughed. "Of course not! I'm going after tax evaders. They're really at the root of the problem. If you have any questions, you can reach me on my cell. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an interview at the tax office." With that, she turned on her heel and walked out.
Unable to respond, Bones could only watch as she exited. Then, shaking his head, he picked up the phone and dialed. It picked up after only one ring.
"Chase! My dear, I have a proposition for you. Tell me, how do you feel about lycra?"
context is occasionally very important.
Bones looked up at the sudden interruption. Recognising the intruder, he supposed that he would have looked mildly surprised, had he a face for expressions. In the most composed voice he could managed - which was rather composed - he uttered a greeting.
"Kate! My dear, I didn't expect you back for another month, at least. Please, take a chair. Or perhaps a sofa."
"Sorry, Bones. I can't stay. I just came to tell you that I'm giving up being a defence attorney. Oh, and vigilantism."
He would have blinked, had he the eyelids to do so. He'd always been proud of how difficult he was to surprise, but she'd managed it with that statement.
"Oh? And may I inquire as to the reasons behind this sudden change of heart?"
She shrugged. "You may."
It took him a moment. "... and those are?"
With what could only be called a smirk, she continued. "You see, Bones, I had an epiphany while I was stuck inside the delightful piece of swamp on your fictional assignment. I realised that I'm really wasting my time hunting down villains for the police. The real problem is that the justice system as it stands doesn't have enough resources to catch them itself. So really, I'd be better off increasing those resources."
He thought for a moment, but to no avail. "Sorry, Kate, I'm not sure that I'm following you. You're going to start robbing banks?"
She laughed. "Of course not! I'm going after tax evaders. They're really at the root of the problem. If you have any questions, you can reach me on my cell. Now if you'll excuse me, I have an interview at the tax office." With that, she turned on her heel and walked out.
Unable to respond, Bones could only watch as she exited. Then, shaking his head, he picked up the phone and dialed. It picked up after only one ring.
"Chase! My dear, I have a proposition for you. Tell me, how do you feel about lycra?"
context is occasionally very important.