Freelance Police HQ, Sunday
After two weekends free of his fortunate (or unfortunate, it depended entirely on how sane you were) state of employment, Reno was more than happy to make himself right at home in the somewhat abused office of Sam and Max: Freelance Police HQ.
He'd already fed the fish- the current Vice-President of America who he was convinced was out to kill him, and had moved on to his favorite on-duty pastime ever.
Tormenting the weird dude who lived in the closet.
Today's sport: Ping-Pong with Leonard. The hollow clunks that the ball made every time it bounced off of the guy's forehead were absolutely fascinating.
The Freelance Police HQ was open for business!
Kind of!
He'd already fed the fish- the current Vice-President of America who he was convinced was out to kill him, and had moved on to his favorite on-duty pastime ever.
Tormenting the weird dude who lived in the closet.
Today's sport: Ping-Pong with Leonard. The hollow clunks that the ball made every time it bounced off of the guy's forehead were absolutely fascinating.
The Freelance Police HQ was open for business!
Kind of!