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From the Radio...
There really was no conversation for this one, since there really was little talking that occurred. One announcer stated that it's time to play another round of "Can Jamie Eat It?" He then explained that Jamie would be trying to eat a bowl of prunes. The only things I could hear when they presented Jamie the bowl was Jamie gagging and the two announcers falling out of their chairs with laughter.
No offense to anyone who likes prunes, but I couldn't think of anything else that came in a package that Rigsby could dislike. So, I just left it as is :)
Radio Randomness
Chapter 4- Can Rigsby Eat It?
Rigsby, Cho and Van Pelt were on stakeout duty and bored out of their minds. The suspect obviously wasn't planning on leaving his house anytime soon, so they were trying to find ways to entertain themselves to pass the time. Cho began rereading the book he had just finished moments ago. Van Pelt was fiddling with her laptop. Rigsby was rummaging through the car, searching for any snacks he could find.
"It's no use." Cho commented to Rigsby. "You cleaned us out about an hour ago."
Rigsby continued digging through the compartment of the armrest.
"I thought I saw something else in here…"he mumbled as he pulled out a snack package and held it out triumphantly to Cho. "See I knew it!"
Rigsby then examined the buried treasure that he had just uncovered and frowned.
"A package of prunes?" he whined. "Who brought prunes?"
"I did." Van Pelt said. "It's healthy and nutritious snacking as compared to the stuff you usually bring along."
Rigsby just looked at the package of prunes in horror.
"I'll buy you stuff at the convenient store if you eat at least one of those prunes." Cho challenged without looking up from his book.
Rigsby shrugged. He really never was one to pass up a challenge. He opened the wrapper of one of the prunes and immediately started gagging. Van Pelt rolled her eyes and Cho smiled (internally, at least). For the next few minutes, every time Rigsby brought a prune to his mouth, he began to gag. Again.
Cho's cell phone began to ring (though he could barely hear it over Rigsby's digestive resistance to the prunes).
"Cho." he answered to the call.
"Cho, it's Lisbon." Lisbon replied over the phone. "Any updates from the stakeout? And what's that noise?"
Cho glanced over at Rigsby, who was still fighting with the food.
"The suspect hasn't done anything interesting the past few hours." Cho explained. "And that noise is just another episode of 'Can Rigsby Eat It?'."
Lisbon chuckled.
"I take it the food's winning?"
"For sure."
"If he pukes, he can pay to have the car cleaned." she joked, though soundly oddly serious at the same time.
"Don't worry. He can't even get it to his mouth without gagging."
"Okay. Have fun."
Cho ended his phone call and glanced over at Rigsby again. Apparently, he managed to get one prune to his lips…but to no avail. Cho really didn't know which was worse; Rigsby puking or dealing with the wrath of Lisbon afterward…