An Apple a Day...
by movieholic
200 words
"Ya know, an apple a day, sends the doctor away..." Mike Logan announced in a nearly sing-song voice. He glanced over at his partner, Max, who was blowing his nose in a wadded tissue.
"Yeah? and a certified gun keeps the partner at bay." Muttered Greevey, who didn't bother to look over at the younger man for a reaction. However, the deep chuckle emitted from the man prompted Max to look up. He rolled his eyes at Mike's boyish smile, before grunting in his stuffy voice, "What are you laughing at, punk?"
Mike waved his hand, his body shaking with laughter. "Max...Maxy..." he trailed off as another wave of laughter hit him.
Becoming irritated, Max looked at his clothing and ran a a hand over his face. "What?"
Logan regained control, momentarily, but long enough to point at his own right nostril and gasp, "Blockage in the right gate. You don't need a doctor, ya need a plumber to suck that thing out!" He broke out into another round of raucous laughter, holding his stomach.
"Asshole," Greevey muttered, before turning and ducking his head, in order to avoid looks from the other officers.
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