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head_psychic"I know this is going to sound strange, but I was being chased by scanners!"
There was a time stopping moment of silence. Gus' polite 'Are you going to listen to us a little longer?'-smile slowly dissolved into an irritated scowl, Lassiter rolled his eyes and Chief Vick just stared.
Shawn looked back and forth and spread his arms. "I'm serious! This case is not closed! I had this heart-wrenching dream where I was playing darts with a ladybug who felt inadequate because he only had three dots. Then we tried to climb the giant rose but I fell and he pretended he couldn't fly so he didn't save me and I had to squeeze paint out of tubes of paint in the land of black-and-white. That was when Gary Verve emerged from the opaque white and told me he didn't do it!"
Lassiter looked over at the Chief. "Can I remove him from our view now?"
The Chief stared at him, then slowly shook her head as if the action might put in some sense into what just happened. "Mr. Spencer, just... how exactly is that going to help us find the seaside killer?"
"Let me guess, the scanners decided to show you a picture of the culprit but it is still blurry so sadly you can't be of any help at all," Lassiter scorned.
Shawn blinked. "No. Of course not." He frowned at the head detective. "That would be so weird, given the fact that no screen or printer was around. No, they were black and white scanners and jealous of the colors. Their lids opened and closed with a snap and they made scary noises as they approached me. Gnaah. Gnaaaah." Shawn put his wrists together and started to clasp his hands, imitating a giant mouth heading into Lassiter's direction, who backed away in irritation. "Seriously, I thought I was going to die."
"Just..." The detective pointed his index finger straight at the psychic, pressed his lips into a thin line and slowly, tensely put his arm down again. "Leave."
"But-"
"Mr. Spencer." Vick gave him a long look and a nod towards the office door.
Shawn looked at her, back at Lassiter and scrunched up his face in disapproval when he saw how he wasn't getting anywhere. "Alright. Fine. Just mark my words, because they are pure and pristine like... like... like..."
"The fresh-fallen snow?" Gus proposed behind him.
"The fresh-fallen snow! Actually, the fresh-fallen snow of the opaque white, which is an even purer and whiter snow than ordinary snow. But you are greying it with the exhaust emissions of doubt!"
"Are we. Really. Well then, let me give you a lift." Lassiter grabbed Shawn and determinedly led him out of the office. Staring at both, Shawn and Gus, he narrowed his eyes warningly. "Go buy yourself some crayons and stay out of this."
The door banged close again. They stood in silence for a moment before they looked at each other. "The exhaust emissions of doubt, Shawn?"
"Could as well have worked. But I think Lassy's got a point here."
"We should stay out of this?"
"No." Shawn gave his friend a very serious look. "We should totally go and buy some crayons."
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 539
There was a time stopping moment of silence. Gus' polite 'Are you going to listen to us a little longer?'-smile slowly dissolved into an irritated scowl, Lassiter rolled his eyes and Chief Vick just stared.
Shawn looked back and forth and spread his arms. "I'm serious! This case is not closed! I had this heart-wrenching dream where I was playing darts with a ladybug who felt inadequate because he only had three dots. Then we tried to climb the giant rose but I fell and he pretended he couldn't fly so he didn't save me and I had to squeeze paint out of tubes of paint in the land of black-and-white. That was when Gary Verve emerged from the opaque white and told me he didn't do it!"
Lassiter looked over at the Chief. "Can I remove him from our view now?"
The Chief stared at him, then slowly shook her head as if the action might put in some sense into what just happened. "Mr. Spencer, just... how exactly is that going to help us find the seaside killer?"
"Let me guess, the scanners decided to show you a picture of the culprit but it is still blurry so sadly you can't be of any help at all," Lassiter scorned.
Shawn blinked. "No. Of course not." He frowned at the head detective. "That would be so weird, given the fact that no screen or printer was around. No, they were black and white scanners and jealous of the colors. Their lids opened and closed with a snap and they made scary noises as they approached me. Gnaah. Gnaaaah." Shawn put his wrists together and started to clasp his hands, imitating a giant mouth heading into Lassiter's direction, who backed away in irritation. "Seriously, I thought I was going to die."
"Just..." The detective pointed his index finger straight at the psychic, pressed his lips into a thin line and slowly, tensely put his arm down again. "Leave."
"But-"
"Mr. Spencer." Vick gave him a long look and a nod towards the office door.
Shawn looked at her, back at Lassiter and scrunched up his face in disapproval when he saw how he wasn't getting anywhere. "Alright. Fine. Just mark my words, because they are pure and pristine like... like... like..."
"The fresh-fallen snow?" Gus proposed behind him.
"The fresh-fallen snow! Actually, the fresh-fallen snow of the opaque white, which is an even purer and whiter snow than ordinary snow. But you are greying it with the exhaust emissions of doubt!"
"Are we. Really. Well then, let me give you a lift." Lassiter grabbed Shawn and determinedly led him out of the office. Staring at both, Shawn and Gus, he narrowed his eyes warningly. "Go buy yourself some crayons and stay out of this."
The door banged close again. They stood in silence for a moment before they looked at each other. "The exhaust emissions of doubt, Shawn?"
"Could as well have worked. But I think Lassy's got a point here."
"We should stay out of this?"
"No." Shawn gave his friend a very serious look. "We should totally go and buy some crayons."
Muse: Shawn Spencer
Fandom: Psych
Words: 539
