It Could Be Worse
Summary: Gus and Shawn are trapped in a closet, and not in a fun way. Dialogue only.
Rating: K+
Disclaimer: Still don't own Psych.
"It could be worse."
"You did not just say that."
"Dude, if you would just move your-"
"I will kill you, Shawn."
"C'mon, son! Just – Ow!"
"Help! Somebody help me!"
"Really, Gus? Who else is going to be here but us?"
"There would be other people here, Shawn, if you hadn't dragged us out here at three in the morning!"
"Exactly! If there were other people here, then we never would have discovered what the killer intended!"
"Shawn. The killer intended to trap his next victim here in this tiny, dark, stinky closet. Not us."
"But now we know who the next victim is."
"Yeah. Us!"
"Tsk! Fine, you can call Lassie and Jules and explain to them why we're stuck here."
"Tsk! Fine, I will!"
"Tsk! Gus!"
"Tsk! Give me my phone, Shawn!"
"Not unless you – Ow! Damn it, Gus!"
"You must be out of your damn mind, Shawn...It's ringing."
"If you could just move your foot off of mine...!"
"There's nowhere else for my foot to be, Shawn!"
"Tsk!"