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I am an alcohol-operated detective. If you want me to solve crimes or do whatever it is I'm here to do you need to insert alcohol into my mouth.
February 19, 2026 at 9:40 AM
I'm smelling for communists, Kim.
February 19, 2026 at 7:40 AM
No. We want to put a *very important* dead body into your fridge.
February 19, 2026 at 5:40 AM
I embrace my fate, Garte. This is the night of the Hobocop.
February 19, 2026 at 3:40 AM
THIS IS A DISASTER.
February 19, 2026 at 1:40 AM
‘She broke me. She fucking broke me.’
February 18, 2026 at 11:40 PM
I'd like to dedicate this song to my partner, Kim Kitsuragi.
February 18, 2026 at 9:40 PM
I'm up here singing my fucking HEART OUT and it's not *good enough* for you fuckers!?
February 18, 2026 at 7:40 PM
Capitalism. Capitalism fucked me beyond all recognition. Trant is right.
February 18, 2026 at 5:40 PM
My left shoe! I don't know where the right one is, though... (Look at your shoe.)
February 18, 2026 at 3:40 PM
I'd like to dedicate this song to the pale nothing that will devour the world.
February 18, 2026 at 1:40 PM
You think Dick Mullen could solve this? No way, time for a real detective... (Flex them biceps.) ...to shine.
February 18, 2026 at 11:40 AM
My shoes. I have both of them. I found the *other* one too!
February 18, 2026 at 9:40 AM
I'm seriously running out of shits to give, Kim. Fuck you.
February 18, 2026 at 7:40 AM
Kim, why did I call that woman a whore, just now?
February 18, 2026 at 5:40 AM
People are gonna be angry at me, aren't they? In Precinct 41.
February 18, 2026 at 3:40 AM
Motherfucker... (Let out a whistle.) Now that's a huge crane!
February 18, 2026 at 1:40 AM
Shit, piss, cunts, dicks, f****ts! Fuck the World!
February 17, 2026 at 11:40 PM
I am also sad and my head hurts.
February 17, 2026 at 9:40 PM
I miss my gun. I lost it.
February 17, 2026 at 7:40 PM
I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that. You're pretty... I'm sorry. I'm the Sorry Cop.
February 17, 2026 at 5:40 PM
(Whisper.) Kim, did *you* do the reading?
February 17, 2026 at 3:40 PM
We're cops. We're hellraisers. Click, click. Bang, bang! (Point your finger pistols at her.)
February 17, 2026 at 1:40 PM
... each of you tearing at the other's innards, leaving a gaping emptiness, a vacuum heart that still hurts ceaselessly!
February 17, 2026 at 11:40 AM
I've lost almost everything, Cuno. My memory, my money, even my name... I *can't* lose my job too! Please, PLEASE help me...
February 17, 2026 at 9:40 AM