chapter five

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Sheriff: Mm. Did they forget my curly fries?

Stiles: You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones.

Sheriff: Well, I'm carrying a lethal weapon. If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries.

Stiles: If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong.

Aria: just give him the curly fries

Dispatch: Unit one, do you copy?

Stiles goes to answer but his hand got slapped by his father

Stiles: Sorry.

Sheriff: Unit one, copy.

Stiles began to stuff his face with curly fries and aria is in the backseat drinking her coffee

Dispatch: Got a report of a possible 187.

Stiles: A murder?

Aria: and somehow am the disturbed one in the family

The sheriff gave both of the twins a look of disbelief and drove off to the crime scene.

[...]

Sheriff: Stay here. Paul, let's get this area locked up.

While in the car aria and Stiles noticed lydia and Jackson talking with a police officer

Stiles: Oh, no way.

Aria: lydia

Stiles: and Jackson

Aria: I dont really give a fuck about him

Jackson: Why the hell can't I just go home? I'm fine.

Sheriff: I hear ya, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard. They just wanna make sure you don't have a concussion.

Jackson: What part of "I'm fine" are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I wanna go home.

Sheriff: And I understand that.

Jackson: No, you don't understand, which kind of blows my mind, since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum - wage rent - a - cop like you! Okay, NOW, I WANNA GO HOME!

Aria: JACKSON IF YOU DONT SHUT YOUR MOUTH I WILL GIVE YOU A REASON TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL.

Stiles: Oh, whoa, is that a dead body?

Every looked at the direction where Stiles was looking and the sheriff glared at the twins

Sheriff: Everybody back up. Back up.

scott and Derek on top of the roof

Derek: Starting to get it?

Scott: Uh, I get that he's killing people, but I don't get why. I mean, this isn't standard practice, right? We don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?

Derek: No. We're predators. We don't have to be killers.

Scott: Then why is he a killer?

Derek: That's what we're gonna find out.

[...]

The next day at school

Allison was walking to her locker and opened it when balloons flew out of her locker.

Aria: happy birthday

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