Gift fic for the delightful DinerGuy!!! 

At this point Shawn had been pretty sure he'd stopped speaking out loud. Aloud. Verbally... Pretty su... well, mostly sure. No, pretty mostly for sure because Mr. Surly, Silent, and Stupid chose that moment to cram a rag that tasted like month old 7Up in his mouth.

“Sit there, do your best to shut it, and maybe we'll be so good as to drop a tip with the cops once we're about three states away.”

Well that was nice.