EvergreenGirl: This is for my brother who thought of the idea. Go Sweezinator! This is my first Psych fic. I know it's short, but that's all there is to this one. Please review!

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It had been a long day in pharmaceuticals, and Gus was on his way back to the Psych office in the blueberry. Gus came through the door, but the entire office was pitch black, save for the dim light from the TV. He fumbled around, trying to find the light switch. He tripped on what felt like a chair and hit the floor with a thud. "Gus, is that you?" Shawn's voice asked.

"Shawn, why are all the lights off?" Gus wondered, and at last found the switch.

When the lights came on, Gus could see Shawn on the couch with a bowl of popcorn. He was fast-forwarding through the commercials of a show on the DVR. "I'm watching the Quantum Leap marathon I recorded yesterday," admitted Shawn. "You know it's more fun to watch TV in the dark, buddy."

"You know that's right. You could've at least left the light on in the front room, though."

"What're you doing off work?"

"I came by to check the mail. There was three times as much mail as usual!"

"Oh, uh . . . I kinda forgot to get the mail the past couple days. Sorry," Shawn peeped, and stuffed a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

Gus groaned. Shawn pressed the fast-forward button two more times to speed it up. "Well, I was trying to watch Quantum Leap, but there's so many stinking additives!" complained the faux psychic.

"Additives?"

"Yeah, you know, the stuff between the show. The ads."

"They're not additives, Shawn. Additives are substances added to something as a preservative, for coloring, or stabilization. You're talking about 'advertisements.' That's what 'ads' is short for."

"Hmm. . . .," Shawn shrugged, "I've heard it both ways."