PC CATCHALL WITH NERO

[greatdeduction]

Comments

[perfectdistance]

[He does catch it, but he also screams.]

Get outta the kitchen!

[greatdeduction]

Hm?

[He's poking his head out a cabinet, holding a pot.]

Why?

[perfectdistance]

You're fuckin' throwing things! People can get hurt!

[greatdeduction]

My apologies, but that pan is useless. [The pan does have a hole in it.] And I did yell "catch", didn't I? I gave ample warning!

[perfectdistance]

[He hits him in the arm with this so called useless pan.]

Don't! Throw! Shit!

[greatdeduction]

Ow! Hey now!

[WHY WOULD YOU HIT A WORLD-FAMOUS GREAT DETECTIVE LIKE THIS]

[perfectdistance]

Hurts, don't it!

[greatdeduction]

[...]

[He's just sulking now. Why must cruel fate be like this.....]

But I warned you.....

[perfectdistance]

Yeah?! And what would ya do if I had shitty reflexes? Got hit in the head?! Metal hurts!

[greatdeduction]

I'm sure you would've been fine...the human skull is a powerful thing, after all.

[:/]

[perfectdistance]

[He raises up the pan like he's about to smack Shlomes on the head.]

[greatdeduction]

[CAN YOU LIKE, NOT]

[ALSO RAISING HIS HANDS TO PROTECT HIMSELF but he's full-on depressed now, suddenly]

Ah, so I see...a great detective is going to die, murdered and ground up into meat by a chef to cook in pies...how terribly gruesome...so this is it....

[perfectdistance]

Gross, why would I eat ya?

[THAT'S THE PART HE OBJECTS TO...]

[greatdeduction]

What, you don't think I would be delicious?

[WHY IS THIS A QUESTION?]

[perfectdistance]

[HE SMACKS HIS ARM AGAIN.]

You're too far up on the food chain, you'd be awful. There's a reason people don't eat tigers and wolves and stuff like that.

[greatdeduction]

Ow!

[STOP!!]

Are chefs normally this aggressive? [Rubbing his arm.] And they do! Well. More for the fun of the hunt, I suppose...I've never tasted a wolf or a tiger...

[perfectdistance]

When people are messin' with kitchens they sure fucking are!

[SMACK.]

[greatdeduction]

I wasn't messing with it, dear sir, that pan clearly can't be used!

[SMACKS THE PAN IN RETURN STOPPPPP]

[His daemon just looks Very Done from where she's sitting next to him.]

[perfectdistance]

If you're gonna get rid of shit, [HE SMACKS HIM.] put it to the side to be disposed of! [HE SMACKS HIM.]

[greatdeduction]

Yes, yes! I do think one or two smacks was enough, you know! I got the point! Stop!

[perfectdistance]

[He brandishes the pan like the weapon it still clearly is.]

You ain't gonna throw more shit. Right?

[greatdeduction]

[sulking again.......like a five year old........]

No, I'll be good.....

[perfectdistance]

Good.

[He has not stopped holding the pan.]

[greatdeduction]

....


[Looks up at him.]

You are done, aren't you? And here I was just trying to make something to eat, my dear fellow.

[perfectdistance]

I'm still decidin'.