Okay, Shawn, if I’m going to go back to that creepy-ass institution I’ve been afraid to drive by since I was nine, there’s going to be some rules and regulations. Gus, this is no time for fun-Listen, Shawn! I will not enter a room first. I will not enter a room last. I will not investigate any suspicious noises, or go looking for a fuse box, and you will not, under any circumstance, leave me by myself without a weapon of some sort. Do you understand and agree to my terms?I’m not prepared to negotiate–Do you understand, Shawn?Yes! I do, yes! All right. Let’s go help Juliet.
I’d just like to take this opportunity to thank someone who is not only responsible for planning all of this tonight, complete with a Rastafarian theme that you all embraced so heartily, but who is also the mastermind behind solving tonight’s crime.I know, it’s true, I’m the psychic, but oftentimes, my revelations are nothing but cryptic mess.Tonight, for instance, all I could see was scenes from Pretty in Pink, a giant rhombus, and a t-shirt that read “Soccer Moms are Easy.” Now, I don’t know what these things mean, but Gus is somehow able to shape them into cold, hard evidential facts. But that is not what makes him great. No, sir. Burton Guster has been my best friend since we were five. And maybe, just maybe, if any of you can look yourselves in the mirror and know that you’ve been half as good a friend to someone else as Gus has been to me, well, you too can be considered great.