[milliways_bar] Mistaken identity taken to the next level!
[ooc: From this.]
The events that are currently unfolding in the San Francisco Police Department's headquarters are nothing short of bizzare.
Adrian Monk, resident mental case and consultant, enters with a man dressed in uniform in tow.
Yes, in tow. He's literally dragging the man by his collar - a man who is considerably bigger than himself, familiar to most of those in the room - and he's wearing a very prominent scowl. The man in tow just looks disoriented. Can you blame him?
"Captain," Monk yells from across the room at Stottlemeyer, who nearly drops his phone. "Look what I found."
"Leverett? What the hell, Monk?"
This gets the entire room staring at the pair, and Randy, as if on cue, comes a-runnin' from his office to make one of his astonishing observations. "Hey, it's that guy!"
Everyone turns, then, to stare at Randy. Stottlemeyer, however, has chosen to ignore the comment.
"Get in my office."
The events that are currently unfolding in the San Francisco Police Department's headquarters are nothing short of bizzare.
Adrian Monk, resident mental case and consultant, enters with a man dressed in uniform in tow.
Yes, in tow. He's literally dragging the man by his collar - a man who is considerably bigger than himself, familiar to most of those in the room - and he's wearing a very prominent scowl. The man in tow just looks disoriented. Can you blame him?
"Captain," Monk yells from across the room at Stottlemeyer, who nearly drops his phone. "Look what I found."
"Leverett? What the hell, Monk?"
This gets the entire room staring at the pair, and Randy, as if on cue, comes a-runnin' from his office to make one of his astonishing observations. "Hey, it's that guy!"
Everyone turns, then, to stare at Randy. Stottlemeyer, however, has chosen to ignore the comment.
"Get in my office."