Date Written: 11/28/05
Rating: K+
Word Count: 247
Characters/Pairings: Marty, Ted, Dee, Drake
Warnings: Potentially offensive political and racist statements. Read with caution.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Not mine
Notes: Big thanks go to Kanye West (who said the line) and whoever decided to make the shirt. This made my day at work last week.
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"Your partner's late," Drake Parker grumbled to Ted, looking at his watch.
"Dude, don't bitch at me," Ted replied. "Marty has to come in from the 'burbs. Having a wife and kid must suck."
"Not as much as having to be frickin' undercover," Dee shot back, inhaling sharply on his cigarette. "Damn, I wish I was off."
"Too bad our partners are sharpshooters," Drake replied, commiserating with his temporary partner and lighting his own cigarette. "When they're needed, we have to work too."
"Here he comes!" Ted said, sighing in relief as the other two turned to see Marty jogging towards them. The man was formitable; tall, dark and well-muscled from years of playing basketball. He looked like a bear but was more like a teddy bear--he had a level head and a big soft spot for kids, having three of his own; and he never, ever tried to pick a fight.
Which is why everyone was staring at him like he had grown another head when he jogged up wearing a a black tee with the words "George Bush Doesn't Like Black People" emblazzoned on the front.
"What!" Marty demanded.
"Kanye West fan?" Ted gently teased his partner.
"My kids got it for me, thank you," the tall man defended.
"Dude, you so should wear that at the next press conference," Dee said, pointing at Marty, cigarette in hand.
"Right behind Rose, even," Drake replied, nodding.
"I knew I shouldn't have worn this," the man grumbled as the other three laughed.
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