Part 4 of Colby's Dating Guide.

Unbeta'd and I own nothing. I know, it's hard to believe that I don't own NUMB3RS. Oh, wait, if I owned NUMB3RS it would basically be all about Colby.

"So, Colby… Edgerton's sister."

"Shut up."

"I'll take that as a yes."

"Like you didn't already know the answer."

"Oh, but it's so much fun to mock you."

"I'll just bet it is."

"You'd win that bet."

"Some days I hate you."

"Oh, well, your occasional hatred of me frightens me almost enough to dive off my chair and sprint for the nearest exit."

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?"

"Really a lot."

"How long?"

"Are we going to continue making gratuitous jokes about this?"

"Yes."

"Until the day you die."

"Great."

"Actually, we'll probably crack a few jokes about it at your funeral, too."

"You're assuming that you'll all outlive me, which really isn't all the accurate of an assumption."

"I know I'm going to regret asking this, but why not?"

"Because after a week these jokes will become so irritating that I'll have no choice but to kill you all myself."

"Big talk."

"Give me a gun."

"You've got one sticking out of your ass."

"Pretty soon I'm going to stick it up yours."

"Again, lots of talk, very little action."

"Well yeah, too many witnesses here."

"You didn't think there were too many witnesses when you ran away from Edgerton like a frightened squirrel."

"Yeah, well, you know what we do to squirrels in Idaho?"

"No, but I get the feeling that I'm about to find out."

"We shoot them."

"Okay. So?"

"You could always tell the smart squirrels from the dumb ones. The smart ones would turn tail and run as soon as they heard the back door open. The dumb ones didn't run and they got shot."

"Still not seeing the point here."

"I was being a smart squirrel."