"Dexter," said Masuka. "Are you finished with the blood analysis on the power house murders?"
"I think I'm finished for the day, though, there has to be a unique something hidden in this blood, it just doesn't smell and look right, especially when I view it under the microscope. Think I'm wrong?" powered on Dexter.
"I think you need to get laid before the germs get to your penis pleasure riding-go-round," said Masuka, in an ominous and serious tone.
Both stared at one another in close proximity.
"Hey!" yelled Doakes. His own figure envied the walls around him. Both Masuka and Dexter looked in Doakes' direction, appalled and embarrassed of each others' close proximity. The last thing the duo needed was a scandal in the office.
"Take a look at the fucking drug lord who claimed to be a tree-eater. Alright?" warned Doakes, looking intently at a back-and-forth motion between Masuka and Dexter. "We're looking for a drug-lord on the loose, who takes bites out of tall people. Got it!?" barged Doakes.
"Both Masuka and Dexter looked at each other with their eyes, alarmed and witless; Masuka unclenches Dexter's summery-y green shirt.
"Okay, Doakes," remarked Captain LaGuerta. "Having fun yet?" she asked, impatiently. She referred to all three criminal justice employees, excluding herself.
"Dexter, your mother is in the morgue," said Masuka.
"Masuka, I know you're an ass, but my mother hasn't been in the living sphere of this reality in decades," clarified Dexter. "You should look into not looking into weird porn all the time, Masuka. You could tear your heart out," joked Dexter.
The group of common-minded, mostly, common-minded employees, stood nearly completely still as Dexter became the source of unwanted interest among their presence. "Dismssed, yelled Doakes," croaked Masuka with a wide, slim grin. Laughing, he walked away.
The End
(Social Tensions)
