The two Mounties, properly attired in their red serge uniforms, stood next to each other in the small, cramped room. Turnbull let out a long, slow, breath.
"I just don't know." He said. "This is a very difficult decision to make."
"I know." Fraser said, his tone conveying complete understanding. "It is a very hard choice. Take your time."
"Excuse me?" Ray Vecchio exclaimed. He was standing directly across from the two Mounties, and right next to him was Ray Kowalski. The two Rays were not wearing red serge. As a matter of fact, they weren't wearing anything at all.
"Yeah. What do you mean, 'take your time'?" Asked Ray Kowalski. "You might not have noticed what with having all those nice warm clothes on, but it's kinda chilly in here."
Turnbull sighed again. "I just don't know." He looked over at Fraser. "Maybe you should choose."
Fraser shook his head emphatically. "No, I picked last time. It's your turn."
"I just don't want to hurt anyone's feelings."
Vecchio sighed impatiently. "Come on, Turnbull. Nobody's feelings will get hurt, okay? Just hurry up and decide."
"Well, it is a most difficult choice." Faltered the young Mountie. "Detective Vecchio, your ass is absolute perfection; while your chest, Detective Kowalski, is second to none."
Ray Vecchio leaned forward slightly, and Ray Kowalski leaned backward slightly and the two men smiled as they eyed each other's body.
"And you both are really quite creative." A smile was flickering across Turnbull's face now. "I just don't know."
"Maybe there is a way to decide." Fraser said, in a way that made both Kowalski and Vecchio shift nervously on their feet.
Fraser leaned over and whispered into Turnbull's ear; and the other man's eyes widened. He looked speculatively at the two Rays. "Really?" He asked Fraser doubtfully.
Fraser nodded. "I think so. It's really the only way."
Turnbull nodded slowly, his smile returning in full force. He looked at the two Detectives standing before him. "Gentlemen, I'm afraid that you're going to have to wrestle."
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