“… not like it’s even important.” Joy Banished, he’s grumpy about being lectured now. Give a guy a BREAK. Sheesh. Dexter didn’t get a hard time for throwing evidence, grumble grumble. As much as it annoys him, though, he’s going to think better than to pick a fight with Abel about it. You’re the boss, yes sir, whatever.
Maybe he’ll get paid again if he can resist the urge to Dunk That Coconut a second time (first time! The first throw was Not A Dunk!!!). Difficult as it is to resist the temptation, the threat of a second lecture wins out. Moving on…..
Where in the hell did Dexter go. Where’s Abel going. Oh. Over there. Okay. Nobody tell him anything unless it’s a demand or reprimand, sure. That’s fine. This is fine. That white fur feels like it should probably mean something, but the possibility of that being a train of thought dies in the back of his head. Like everything else, it’s just weird and he can’t seem to make any sense of it.
Part of him wants to just drop the damn coconut out of spite at this point. But nope! Best keep moving on to that funny little shipwreck shore. See what other wild and wacky nonsenses are going on and for the love of god hopefully not find a third dead body pleaaase.
