Stroker and Hoop2004

C.A.R.R.:
FYI, I've got demon blood drying on my finish?

Hoop:
I'm worried about Megan--

Stroker:
Look, it's a priest's job now, Hoop. Not a private eye. We gotta drop that case pronto. C.A.R.R., where's the advance money for Megan's parents?

C.A.R.R.:
Oh, you spent it on all sorts of crap. Snacks, lottery tickets, beer, porn.

Stroker:
Ahem! The case of the beer and porn bandit. We'll just take a new case. Check the pager, Hoop.

Hoop:
Viagra, Viagra, Viagra, penis enlargement, mortgage, Viagara. A highschool band is getting threats.

Stroker:
How tough can a band geek job be?

Hoop:
Band geeks? [giggling] Hey man, I was third chair piccolo. They let us out fifth period early. We didn't even need a reason.