So I'm steppin out of the flyver and some fall guy bobbles this newfangled thing into my hands. Naturally I knew how to use it immediately and decided the crime scene probably didnt need this anyway. So. Here I am typing on a box wondering what a troll is. Or what a chittr is for that matter! Could anyone help a dame out?
Dame! Ain't you a sight for sore eyes! You, my dear, are on some sorta timeline hoppin letter-writin sort of device! Ain't that neat?
Awww well if it isn't the man himself! How've the mean streets been treating you today? I really ought to swing by the office again but you know how those consarned gates get...
Preaching to the ivory shelled choir! Midnight City's been awful calm all things considered, if you ignore the DUI street races and supposed Crew divorce and I think I saw some double of mine traipsing around? and a whole bunch of the Felt and multiples of the Crew and I haven't found Ace or Bawd yet or
Y'know, Einstein, I gotta say it ain't soundin' all that quiet! Especially since I had to fight off a coupla mugs myself just now. Wait. You've got a double? News to me for sure. The crew divorce is all over the tabloids though. It's messy, I've seen at least a couple gals come to blows over it already and they dont even know the guys directly! I guess what you're tryin'a sell me is we oughtta stick together, huh?
Ain't no used car salesman, not trying to sell you a darn thing, Dame! But if you need yourself a burly, hardboiled-type gent to keep ya safe on these shady streets, you know this fella's happy to be your man.
Any day of the week, Sleuth, that sounds fine 'n' dandy. Meet me over by Eclaire's?