"Yeah, no mustard," muttered Shawn, looking at his burger.
Gus sighed. "No, a real problem!"
"Since when is mustard not a real problem?"
"Your new car…"
"Say, Gus, I don't suppose you would want to head back to the restaurant…"
Gus left the office and shut the door behind him hard. If Shawn thought he was heading out for his damn mustard, let him. Meanwhile Gus would be out at the car, looking through the window. And when Shawn finally made it out to see the mother cat and all those kittens, he would understand.
Worse than a Lack of Mustard, Psych, Burton Guster (and Shawn)
"Shawn, we have a problem!"
"Yeah, no mustard," muttered Shawn, looking at his burger.
Gus sighed. "No, a real problem!"
"Since when is mustard not a real problem?"
"Your new car…"
"Say, Gus, I don't suppose you would want to head back to the restaurant…"
Gus left the office and shut the door behind him hard. If Shawn thought he was heading out for his damn mustard, let him. Meanwhile Gus would be out at the car, looking through the window. And when Shawn finally made it out to see the mother cat and all those kittens, he would understand.