Can you even believe some of these headlines? I mean, they’re worth checking out but c’mon.

'Space aliens put Earth up for sale'-- that one's got great entertainment value.

        I didn’t think B was actually gonna show you that case.. I swear, the things you get yourself into. I think I’ll pass, Jay— I don’t think you and I don’t share the same taste in woman.

       Alright, well I'm just saying-- I don't like to squat in the same pond twice.. but I'm considering going back for seconds.

       You put me and a girl with a nine-inch long tongue in a room together-- man, 48 hours is not nearly enough. Though, 10 out of 10 would recommend.

      Her eyes narrowed slightly. Jay knew fully well that she didn’t enjoy any of his nicknames. They were about as useful together as oil and water; she could barely work because of his lack of professionalism and he couldn’t help himself when it came to pushing her buttons. They tended to make a heavily dysfunctional pair. “So you didn’t read about the lady with the nine inch tongue? I would’ve thought that had been all up your alley, Jay.”

       Their transactions were about as operative as a debiliated baby deer. Jay was fueled by her heightened responses, and B always attempted to minimize her backlash. "Nine inches?" the senior agent gasped in mock arousal. "I may need a moment alone with myself-- in the privacy of a bathroom stall."

Right.. and what about them exactly?

Turns out he was just -- drumroll please.. -- gay. And my work here is done. Next case.

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        {— ☢} Confirmation of B's immediate displeasure with Jay was readily apparent. "Worker Bee." he acknowledged, lowering his head whilst possessing a brief, yet mocking timbre. "Hot sheets?" He wore a look of pseudo-concentration, as if trying to recall. "Maybe you could give me a summary."

Better to be safe than sorry, right?

Yeah [chuckles], remember that family who was convinced that an alien had turned their son gay. Because of the whole situation that rhymes with 'bath robe' -- .. ing. Y'know, like --

We’re a secret, non-government organization, Jay.. why the hell would we have a union?

Oh, right-- that. I thought the offer to meet up with you had.. expired?