"Is there a problem, officer?" Oh, I knew

"Is there a problem, officer?" Oh, I knew there was a problem - a hooker's arm wasn't jammed into my tailpipe by accident. But I needed to stall him just long enough to charge my
2in1 light saber/macaroni maker. I could see the officer piecing the clues together. The argon tank in the glove compartment and the hooker's arm could only lead to one conclusion:
Clockwork Sally had returned to Oklahoma City. The officer was about to call this into HQ when
a familiar cow-like voice behind him said "This isn't the perp you're looking for." It was Detective James Manatee, lettuce head in hand! He was about to crack this case wide open.
"Allow me to demonstrate." Manatee P.I. broke open the iceberg lettuce. "As you can see the edges are brown. So he didn't use a serrated knife." The man you are looking for
wields a Ginsu genuine 7 in Santoku knife. Are any of your acquaintances infomercial addicts? As usual Manatees line of inquiry was as sharp as a
n object that's sharp but pointed in many different directions like a medieval mace. Det. Manatee was known for unorthodox interrogation methods and small, widely-spaced eyes that
spell "fetal acohol syndrome"
So as I spelt the dreded word my breath got caught in my throut I couldn.t speak nor breath was my life over I thought in my head and then...
A bunch of ninjas with jetpacks appeared out of nowhere and slaughtered the whole room. My life was over, and I learned that a person can't outrun their mistakes. Ninjas are fast.

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