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[takeatrip]

Something like that.

[Especially with Crane in charge, it seems, though ultimately the anecdote isn't exactly that serious. Besides, as far as bad bosses go--]

Sure felt like it at the last police station I worked a case with, which is fitting, I guess.

[restingstitchface]

[Oh? Interesting.]

Ah, well it would have to be, wouldn't it?

[Cause, you know, police stations have jail cells, eyyyy.]

[takeatrip]

Yeah, but the office part's supposed to be okay, though this one was in Philadelphia.

[So really, what can you expect?]

[restingstitchface]

[Entertainment?]

Well, nobody likes Philadelphia.

[takeatrip]

With good reason. I was only there for four days and you couldn't pay me enough to go back.

[He will bitch about Philadelphia as long as he can get away with it.]

[restingstitchface]

Continue denouncing the place and I might exile you there. Won't even charge you a dime.

[Can he exile Blake to Philadelphia?]

[takeatrip]

I'm just getting started. You know it rained the entire time I was there? Nonstop.

[restingstitchface]

Well, if I didn't, I sure know it now.

[Stop being a negative noodle, Norman!]

Did it soak you through as well?

[takeatrip]

No, I forgot to mention I'm supernaturally impervious to rainwater. It's a power that's truly wasted here in the desert.

[Of course he got soaked during his time in Philadelphia. >:c]

[restingstitchface]

[Ah, wonderful!]

Glad to hear it. Just try not to die of thirst.

[takeatrip]

Thanks, I'll do my best.

[This conversation is stupid but at least it's not bad-stupid, just ridiculous. He could make it more so by mentioning he now has a power that lets him summon water, and also an enchanted canteen that the does the same, but he feels like he'll just keep that info to himself.]