Oh, for shit's sake... [he mutters to himself.] Okay, yeah, I should've guessed that.

[his spoon clinks against the mug. archer looks away from harding to some of the other people milling around the place. part of him expects them to freak out at the same time when something doesn't fit, pleasantville style.]

Are you doing sweeping performance reviews back at the department? Because your whole chickenshit outfit didn't seem to give one rat's ass between them about that elficidal epidemic a couple weeks back. Full offense, [he takes a long drink.] but every single one of your cops sucks at their job.