I am looking into a spat of missing technology and strange electrical happenings in this version of Midnight City I inhabit. A few people have called to report things related to this, but I've also gotten many...unrelated calls. Mainly ones regarding "personal pickles" I can "inspect" and other such novel notions I've never heard of.
Disconcerted? Need a tall brawny fella to come by and inspect your pickle? Perhaps I may be this fella. 1-800-OGLE-NOW I feel it's pretty straight forward what it is I do.
Really can't see how in any way that can be misconstrued myself to be honest. Might be a targeted harassment campaign at ya for encroaching on some deeper conspiracy about these electronics if ya ask me. There is quite literally no other explanation that could possibly make sense.
Perhaps it is. I shan't be deterred, however. A good inspector never gives in!
That's the spirit! Go and show them there ain't no pickle this inspector can't handle!

