27 Aug 2018
“Anderson, we got the motherload of cases here! Blood, fat lard androids covered in glue, people throwing ball pit balls that might have slobber on them at one another; it’s chaos!” Fowler’s spit was practically flying through the phone into his ear. Hank wiped off his ear and proceeded to listen. “Get your geriatric ass down here, sans the plastic dick in your mouth, and get to work on cleaning this up and figuring out what started this mess!”
At Hank’s hesitation Fowler added, “If you aren’t here in 30 minutes I’m forwarding your new boytoy your old fanfic.net account and I KNOW he’ll leave your weebo ass.”
Hank sped out the door faster than Sonic on cocaine with rollerblades. Which, coincidentally, was something that happened in chapter 12 of Hank’s fanfic.