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I have this great idea for a new book. It's

  • I have this great idea for a new book. It's called "Detective Manatee and the Disco Clowns From Mars." This is gonna be a smash hit! You see, when Detective Manatee finds himself
  • dating this vegan hooker named Sharlot, they go to this restaurant when suddenly a pack of ninjas blow a hole through the ceiling and steal everyone's diamonds. The detective then
  • reacts rather narcissistically and pieces the clues together without allowing any sort of interruption from Sharlot or anyone from the bar. The only person the detective did allow
  • to speak was the Jackfruit. Dectective Tomatillo wanted him to squeal about where he hid Sharlot's pomegranate stash.Tomatillo scowled but Jackfruit wasn't about to spill the beans
  • and claimed to know jack about it. Det. Tomatillo considered putting the squeeze on Jackfruit, but seeds of doubt about the pomegranate stash were there. "Let him stew overnight!"
  • A while back the detective had tried to press information too soon out of some of the scum from Chic Den and only wound up with egg on his face.
  • Not being one to waste food, Det. Manatee scraped the egg off his face and into the hot skillet. Representatives from the Chic Den could smell the aroma from outside, and protested
  • the consumption of avian abortions. "Fuck 'em all," the detective thought, wiggling his mustache. The sizzling of the fry pan soothed his weary head. Sizzle, pop-pop. Sisshh, clik.
  • He went still as he tried to figure out where someone had cocked a gun. Of all the days to send his Glock out for a polishing. He turned around. The chicken had the gun pointed at
  • the window. "The next person to pass through gets IT" anounced the chicken with fire in its eyes. Steps aproaching, oh no.. "Hey neigh.... BANG" . "Bang baby, bang" smirked..

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