Meet Shawn Spencer, his boy Elroy? uh, no... [OTA, gentle tag police staff]
For once, Shawn decided on taking Juliet's advice, mostly because her advice didn't consist of "don't go in there" or "let the police handle it" or "that shirt does not go with those jeans" or "No, Shawn, women do not like to be called Boo-boo Kitty Fuck".
Not all women liked Kevin Smith movies, fair enough.
Anyway, Shawn was headed down to the police station, a wicker basket of EZ Cakes hanging from his arm. Jules was right, it was time to meet the neighbors.
And maybe get a feel for the layout of the station, just in case. He burst into the station, exuding enthusiasm, happiness, and minty goodness from the Altoid he was sucking on to rid his breath of the stench of fried garlic.
Don't ask.
"Helllooooooo...?" He called out. Or more like, he yodeled out. In the Ricola theme yodel.
[ooc: catch him on the streets or in the station. may not be able to tag until I get home from work, but needed to get this up. slowtime adored.]
Not all women liked Kevin Smith movies, fair enough.
Anyway, Shawn was headed down to the police station, a wicker basket of EZ Cakes hanging from his arm. Jules was right, it was time to meet the neighbors.
And maybe get a feel for the layout of the station, just in case. He burst into the station, exuding enthusiasm, happiness, and minty goodness from the Altoid he was sucking on to rid his breath of the stench of fried garlic.
Don't ask.
"Helllooooooo...?" He called out. Or more like, he yodeled out. In the Ricola theme yodel.
[ooc: catch him on the streets or in the station. may not be able to tag until I get home from work, but needed to get this up. slowtime adored.]