Random drabble that I just wrote in ten minutes. Not edited-you have been warned.
"Why are you watching that?"
"Because it's the only channel this motel has."
"Then just turn it off."
"No."
"It's melting my brain."
"Perfect reason to keep it on then."
"…"
The characters on the children's show currently playing in the profilers' room laughed in their high pitched voices. Morgan sat on the edge of the bed, remote in hand, staring at the screen; case file left abandoned beside him. Reid was gathering his various notes and papers that had spread out overnight, and crammed them back into their proper places in his bag.
"~No, silly Mr. Noodle. Those are your feet, not your hands~"
The character on the screen continued to be unable to locate the correct body part in order to wash his hands. This had gone on for over two minutes, with him washing his elbows, knees, and feet.
"I do not see the entertainment value."
"It's a kid show, Reid."
"I never watched it."
"You never watched Sesame Street?!"
"No."
"…"
They lapsed back into a trance of watching the screen, even Reid was drawn in to the ridiculousness of it as Mr. Noodle was once again unable to locate his hands and instead washed his nose.
Suddenly there was a shout from down the hall, and Rossi's voice was clearly heard, "GODDAMNIT MR. NOODLE!"