"Woah, woah, woah." Ray holds his hands out in front of him, putting a stop to this train of thought right away. "I got married to Stella. I was forcibly married to Turnbull. Using force. Coercion. All that. Biiiig difference."
Now that that's clear, Ray goes on about the robot hats, which is really the more important topic. "I'm thinking it might be related to that...string of...Radio Shack break ins..." Ray trails off, crinkling his nose at Fraser, who's looking real out of it. He reaches out, and pinches his partner's cheek, moving Fraser's head from side to side. "Hello? Earth to Mountie? We're detectiving. I need you here for that."
Hah! Like that makes it square! "Fraser, I didn't have a choice either! But I wound up sleeping in a freezing-cold tent with Turnbull, and you wound up on a white, sandy beach, sipping drinks from coconuts. And you got a tan! You've gotta be the only guy I know who can go off on a search and rescue, and come back better looking! So it's still not fair."
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Now that that's clear, Ray goes on about the robot hats, which is really the more important topic. "I'm thinking it might be related to that...string of...Radio Shack break ins..." Ray trails off, crinkling his nose at Fraser, who's looking real out of it. He reaches out, and pinches his partner's cheek, moving Fraser's head from side to side. "Hello? Earth to Mountie? We're detectiving. I need you here for that."
Hah! Like that makes it square! "Fraser, I didn't have a choice either! But I wound up sleeping in a freezing-cold tent with Turnbull, and you wound up on a white, sandy beach, sipping drinks from coconuts. And you got a tan! You've gotta be the only guy I know who can go off on a search and rescue, and come back better looking! So it's still not fair."