Gus sprinted, his legs a blur of motion, cornering the thief behind a crate of velvet capes. With a flick of his wrist, Gus used a nearby velvet sash to trip the suspect.
“You’ve been Gusted,” Shawn shouted, appearing out of nowhere to strike a psychic pose. Psych 3: This Is Gus
Shawn gasped, clutching his head. “The spirits say… it’s for candles! Giant, ceremonial candles for a cult of people who hate wick-less lighting!” Gus sprinted, his legs a blur of motion,
Gus let out a long, high-pitched breath of relief. “See, Shawn? He’s not a spy. He’s just a man who loves candles and smooth finishes. Like me.” He paused, sniffing the air. “Is that… Himalayan Sea Salt wax?” “Don’t start,” Lassiter warned. Shawn gasped, clutching his head
“Shawn, I’m telling you, the wedding is in forty-eight hours,” Gus said, his thumb hovering nervously over his phone. “Selene’s sister is coming. Selene’s scary sister. The one who supposedly works for ‘the agency’ but won’t say which one. We don’t have time for a side quest.”
“Gus, don’t be the only spark plug in a diesel engine,” Shawn grinned. “We saved the wax, we saved the wedding, and I didn’t even have to use my backup mustache. I’d call that a ‘This Is Gus’ win.”