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[secretlabtech]

[ He's not believing any of this. Any of it. Either everyone's cuckoo or he's on some kind of drugs, and Dexter isn't certain which of those sounds more plausible. ]

Someone mind telling me where I can get a plane ticket back to Miami? I'll settle for a freighter at this point. A helicopter? Seaplane? [ Pause. ] A yacht?

I get it. First thing everyone asks is how to get home, but I'm not the kind of guy to kick up my heels and take it all for granted. Crime scenes to get to, work to do, and there's my son--he needs me.

...

How about a kayak?

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[doeswhathewants]

Don't believe me? [And he rolls his eyes.] Well, you will. As soon as your own powers manifest. Not that mine come from the Core.

Do you invent your own methods often? What's the grossest thing you've ever seen?

[secretlabtech]

My own powers? I already have powers-- [ He taps his head. ] --of deduction! You know, like... Never mind.

I've had to pull a few things out of my bag of tricks, sure, but the grossest thing I've ever seen... [ He pauses, looking thoughtful. Room full of blood? Dismembered bodies riding through the town on pale horses? Nope, none of those things-- ] It wasn't even on a crime scene. Five words: strawberry ice-cream cheese taco. I've walked in on thousands of dead bodies, some of them have been there for weeks in the Miami heat, and I'm telling you it took a taco to make me lose my lunch.