on the Fringe

So last night we’re watching Fox’s new X Files-esque series Fringe. My boyfriend, a former police officer, is objecting to the fact that there are only two officers conducting the traffic checkpoint that ends up nabbing the killer.

I’m like, “Okay, let me get this straight: We have a psychic albino kid who’s lived his entire life in an underground sewer, and you think it’s the traffic stop that is the farfetched part of the story?”