Commentary again. And I went back and watched a couple episodes from season 1, so I noticed a couple random comparisons. *shrug*
Interesting music. Because this isn’t CSI, I don’t hate it.
Puppies! …aww, cone-puppy.
Fat, sleepy mice.
…”Damage the misery machine”?!? REALLY?
Larry. Ow. Liking the smirk though.
Hoshit.
Really. Shit.
Aw, Larry.
Sprint commercial full of numbers. Appropriate to play during Numb3rs. Marketing WIN.
That’s a milk jug? Doesn’t look like a milk jug to me.
No, Charlie, you’re not okay. Don’t lie to your brother. Or yourself.
Shit, what album is that?!? I recognize the cover art! Also, Dylan = win.
Ah. Freewheelin’ Bob Dylan. Excellent. And still win. Also, I didn’t know there was a random accidental release…thing. That thing Charlie was talking about.
Go David. That was indeed the correct thing to say.
Larry is super-casual today.
Nikki’s hair is HUGE. I’d love to see her and Stella in some sort of scene together…HAIR BATTLE!
The gum. Ew.
Turtles!
That went well. Subtlety is apparently not Nikki’s forte.
…the hell? People pretending to be monkeys? And why on earth is everyone going outside in it?!?
And Charlie IMMEDIATELY pinpoints where Larry is. Be still, my slash-appreciating heart.
Splosion! Not cool. At all. Whose office sploded?
Poor Larry. Aw.
Some joke, jackass.
Well, at least he’s a little observant?
“The Dylan thing.” Cute, Don.
“The technical term for this kind of thing is ‘mighty suspicious.’” *snerk* Charlie, you make me giggle.
Fabulous, we’re using a mental disorder as an excuse.
Pretty swirly pictures.
Hoshit. Kid’s got a gun.
Holy crap, no killing people. It’s very rude.
Thank goodness Larry believes in cell phones now. Otherwise everyone would really be in trouble.
Charlie’s gonna get into the kid’s head. This could be interesting.
Yeah, cuz cutting into the wall doesn’t make noise or anything.
…Well, that was dumb.
Ouch.
That was potentially also dumb.
Nikki is getting restless. This could potentially go badly.
Wow, Larry’s hair is a lot more grey than it was in season 1.
So…dog = god? (Yes, horrible of me. Sorry.)
“I’m calm. You calm?” Right. Totally calm, right there.
That was also potentially dumb.
Sidle, sidle.
Who’s Sara?
Go Nikki. I figured she’d get to do things her way at some point. Of course, now there’s an agent trapped in a room with a paranoid schizophrenic with a gun and two hostages. Which is just a fantastic situation.
“Dangerously out of touch with reality.” That may be an understatement.
“Your face is turning colors like it always does when you lie.”
Oh dear, that guy looks very grey.
“One might surmise that from the fact that he’s holding several of them hostage, but how does that help us?”
PUPPY!
Poor Larry. It’s just been a rough couple days for him.
…And is Larry flirting with the Brit chick?
Yes, yes he was. I’m not sure whether to be happy or sad about this.
Great, now not only does he only eat white food, he might also not eat meat? Larry, dear, you’re becoming more and more complicated.
“Pity the poor fruit fly.”
Liz, those are VERY short shorts. Or a skirt, I’m not sure. Either way, it’s tiny.
It’s cool to see the girls hanging out though.