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[Gene appears, a sandwich stuffed into his mouth, a cig in his other hand. he may or may not have stolen said food from a suspect currently being held at CID. he'll never admit it if you ask, anyway. at any rate, he's grinning maniacally from behind his sammich] Gene Genie: 1. Scum: nicked.

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...Different things. All sorts of different things. In both places.

[nods, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back] Such as?

What do you want me to say? The sight of Sheriff Hunt, appearing to the sound of heroic background music, as he kicks down the door and saves the day? Or rather, violates half a dozen laws in an attempt to stop other people from breaking the law.

[walks over to stand at the side of the table] Or should I be waxing lyrical about Annie's chestnut brown hair in the flourescent office lights?

And then there's Portal.

You're a right bloody poofter, Tyler, you know that? [aaand takes the bait] The hell is Portal?

It's a game I downloaded off of my glasses. It came out the year after I went into a coma, so I'd never played it before, but one of the Doctors suggested it. And Bioshock. Do you know how hard it is to save the little girls without siding with the Nazis? But I don't know that you'd like either of them. ...Maybe Grand Theft Auto, though.

...the hell is a video game? And why would I like something that involves being a crook?

A video game is ... the evolved form of pong. 1973 has pong, doesn't it? I thought I saw it. And you'd like Grand Theft Auto because it's really all you would ever want in a video game. Gratuitous violence, sexual themes, getting to wave a gun around like a madman. You'd probably steal a police car.

Really? Don't get enough violence at work, Gladys? [ignore him, he likes the idea of gratuitous violence and sex]

No, Guv, you completely satisfy me with your abuse.

I'll download it so you can try it.

Least you don't cry about it anymore, you nancy. [gives him a look] What makes you think I want anything to do with it?

[this grin is a grin of pure arrogance]

Because I know you, Hunt. And I know you'll enjoy it. So! When I've got it set up, I'll tell you.

[glares grumpily] Yeah, well. Maybe. [expression sobers a bit] This your idea of happy, then?

...What?

[gives him a look] I could punch you, if you prefer.

Oh. It's one of the things, yeah.

[looks carefully at the table, leaving the (incredibly) sappy implication hanging in the air. Because Sam will never ever ever ever ever ever ever say 'You make me happy' to Gene Hunt of his own free will]

[and Gene Hunt will never ever ever ever ever want to hear it, either. he's happy with implied meanings] Right. So. [claps his hands together, grinning evilly] You know. Didn't know you could sing, Gladys.

[there is a brief "I hate you! Die in a fire" look, followed by the carefully schooled expression of cool, calm Not Embarrassment] I was in a band.

Until they replaced you with a dying cat, I'm sure.

What, you don't want me to serenade you with 'the Jean Genie.' ...You do realise what that song's about, right?

Not particularly, no. [suspicious look] And why?

No, never mind. Not important.

Star Wars.

[thinks you're incredibly and fully daft]

We're going to watch Star Wars. Then someone, finally, will know what I'm talking about.

What is it?

It's a film. Sci-fi. There's explosions and a veritable space cowboy in it.