Gantlos: Hi, excuse me, I’m looking for my boyfriend? He’s about this tall, with a pink Mohawk and a general disregard for his own safety?
Police Officer: I’m sorry, there’s nobody at the station that fits that description.
Gantlos: Ah, okay, I’ll just wait for him here then. He’ll be in eventually.
(Fifteen minutes later)
Brandon, to the police officer: Hi, I’m looking for my girlfriend, about this tall, blonde, easily enthused about bad ideas?
Gantlos, sitting in the waiting area: They’re not here yet. We’re early.
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