Kevin's at work. Rebecca asks, "How was breakfast this morning?" Kevin taps a wrapper on his desk and says, "Tasty." Rebecca: "I meant with your father." Kevin: "Testy." Heh. She gives him a questioning expression, but Kevin says he's not comfortable discussing it. She replies, "Fair enough...it's just that I'm not usually in a position to hear the firsthand effects of my editorials." Kevin: "Well, no offense, but you still aren't. I have to think of my family." Rebecca: "As long as it doesn't affect your job. You're a fact checker, you have to be objective." He says he checked the statistics she gave him: "And now, if you'll excuse me, I have to find out if an ostrich's eye really is bigger than its brain, and if there's any word that rhymes with 'silver.'"
Even though they're not in the police station, the scene's all blue and grey. Will suggests that maybe Cheddar Bob could point his piece somewhere else, though he refrains from suggesting that he stick it in his gob and pull the trigger. Cheddar Bob says, "Ten and two, buddy, let me see ten white knuckles." He reaches into Will's coat and pulls out his wallet. He gets it on the first try, which strikes me as odd, since men seem to keep their wallets all over the place. He asks Will why he pulled him over. Geez, not exactly a Rhodes scholar, is he? He was only driving like a maniac. Will says he ran the stop sign. Cheddar Bob says, "You're not a uniform." Will thought he was somebody else. Cheddar Bob: "Well, you got that right: I am definitely somebody else." He checks out Will's wallet and finds out he's Chief of Police. He's pretty pleased with his catch. Then he complains, "Thirteen bucks?" Will: "I got a wife and kids." Frink laughs himself silly over this. Cheddar Bob: "Oh, that changes everything. Wife and kids? There's a free pass for that one." Will says he was explaining why he only has thirteen dollars: "But I do advise you to let me go." Cheddar Bob (who's waving the gun pretty high; if I were a passenger in the car behind them, I think I would notice that the driver was being threatened) says, "Multiple choice: A, I shoot you in the face and let you go; 2, I shoot you in the heart and let you go. D, you shut up, you drive." A, 2, D? Like I said: not a Rhodes scholar. Will: "Hell, a full tank and thirteen bucks, I'd pick C." Cheddar Bob: "Don't forget about the 'shut up' part."