Horatio: Spped...
Speed: Yes, H?
Horatio: You left the key in the Hummer again?
Speed: Sorry, H.
Horatio: This is coming out of your paycheck
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Horatio: What is with this yellow fog?
Speed: You got me, boss.
Horatio: Did you have another banana smoothie?
Speed: How did you guess?
Horatio: Quit farting.
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Speed: Don't pose like that, boss. You aren't wearing your Super-H outfit.
Speed: Hey H?
H: Yes Speed?
Speed: Why are you looking over there? The crime scene is to your left...
H: *sigh* We've gone over this, if I look directly at someone or something while I'm speaking then WW3 will break out.
Speed: Umm.... H the crime scene is over here
H: I know. I was posing for the photographers over there.
Speed: Why?
H: Because the blond is hot.
Speed: Good point.
Speed: H, am I seeing things or did a UFO just land over there?
H: I see it, too.
Speed: What are we going to do about the aliens?
H: Fear not, I am Super H and will defend our world all evil!
I have watched way too many bad scifi movies :lol: