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nicksnack May/17/2010
I'm one of those people you would call a professional Detective. The best of the best and this can be proven. I do have that, let's just say, gift what kind of gift? I don't know. But I do know that I'm awesome at what I do. The work is half done and I still get paid the full amount.
People have posted several poster's of my detective work everywhere, and those poster's always say the same thing: When there is a job that needs to be done, Robert the super detective, will be there to make things better.
I know for a fact that half of that stuff is true. Yes, I AM the best, but I'm also a failure as well. Recently I've been losing my magic touch, I really don't know why. My office has been unoccupied lately, and is turning into a dirty bug infested room now. Today I'm coming to retrieve my stuff, sort of figured that since I've been out of my detective work for a month now, I may as well empty my office out now before I lose my job.
Lately though, things have been getting pretty bizarre, it's in ways, kind of hard to explain. Somehow, I don't know why, but I've been seeing Death drinking at the local bar. Even today I saw him. While I stand here in my near empty office, my phone goes off ringing. This always means that I have a job from my boss.
I answer it "Hello, sir it's been a while hasn't it? Do you have something for me?" My boss replies "Yes Robert, you have a new assignment, you must investigate the strange happenings going on in town." "Sir, do YOU know anything about these strange things in town?" I say.
"No, not much, but I'm going to be needing you for this job, you're the best detective that I have, the only best. Now, go out there and solve these problems that were facing." "Sir? It's good to be back on a job." I hang up.
I ponder for a moment on my first investigation. So, quickly I reach for my hat and my jacket and I set all my stuff back on my desk and leave the office.
I think the first place I should investigate would have to be the local bar. People have been too scared to even go into the bar for drinks and socializing. Once I entered the bar, Death slowly turned his head (I think he knows I'm here) "What have you come for Detective Robert?" He said, interrupting my thoughts. "You must be here to ask me some questions about the strange happenings in your precious little town."
I nervously find a seat next to Death; the barkeeper looks at me sweating in fear and asks me for a drink. "Anything for you Robert?" "My usual, good sir." While the barkeeper was getting my drink, Death offers to pay for my drink. "I'll pay for that." "No, it's cool I've got it" I reply.
The barkeeper comes back with my drink, and sets it down on the table in front of me. He nods, and takes a few steps back to leave me to my work.
"Death, what are you even doing here? I mean, uh..." I pause for a moment trying to find the right words, and before I could go on Death interrupts me. "I know what you're going to ask me. What am I doing here in the human world and not down in the underworld." He said in annoyed slurred tone. "I'm here because... because...b-uhhhh, I need to stop drinking." This was getting a little hard; Death was drunk out of his mind and could barely speak words. This talk was not going anywhere, Death finally finished. "I'm here because something is about to happen to your town, something that I may be the only person who could possibly do it."
"Then why are you drinking? Are you upset about something?" I quickly added before he spoke again. "No, when I came to your world I was curious, I had never had a, how do you call it?" "Beer? Alcohol? Liquor?" I said. "Yes, yes all theses, I never would have thought drinking would be so satisfying." He let out a loud sigh of relief, the barkeeper cringed. Death was making me nervous now, and he also seems to alcohol poisoning, because he's starting to smell like rotten meat. Just the thought of that is making me sick to my stomach. "Are you going to finish that?!" Death says while pointing at my drink, which I forgot about. "Um, sure, go ahead. I'm not going to drink it." "Great, this stuff is amazing!"
I finally realize that this is getting much harder, because Death won't stay on topic. "Death, what is going to happen to the town!?" I say angrily, Death looks at me and replies. "A great evil is going to destroy the town and everything around it." "HOW!?, How is getting destroyed?"
I'm one of those people you would call a professional Detective. The best of the best and this can be proven. I do have that, let's just say, gift what kind of gift? I don't know. But I do know that I'm awesome at what I do. The work is half done and I still get paid the full amount.
People have posted several poster's of my detective work everywhere, and those poster's always say the same thing: When there is a job that needs to be done, Robert the super detective, will be there to make things better.
I know for a fact that half of that stuff is true. Yes, I AM the best, but I'm also a failure as well. Recently I've been losing my magic touch, I really don't know why. My office has been unoccupied lately, and is turning into a dirty bug infested room now. Today I'm coming to retrieve my stuff, sort of figured that since I've been out of my detective work for a month now, I may as well empty my office out now before I lose my job.
Lately though, things have been getting pretty bizarre, it's in ways, kind of hard to explain. Somehow, I don't know why, but I've been seeing Death drinking at the local bar. Even today I saw him. While I stand here in my near empty office, my phone goes off ringing. This always means that I have a job from my boss.
I answer it "Hello, sir it's been a while hasn't it? Do you have something for me?" My boss replies "Yes Robert, you have a new assignment, you must investigate the strange happenings going on in town." "Sir, do YOU know anything about these strange things in town?" I say.
"No, not much, but I'm going to be needing you for this job, you're the best detective that I have, the only best. Now, go out there and solve these problems that were facing." "Sir? It's good to be back on a job." I hang up.
I ponder for a moment on my first investigation. So, quickly I reach for my hat and my jacket and I set all my stuff back on my desk and leave the office.
I think the first place I should investigate would have to be the local bar. People have been too scared to even go into the bar for drinks and socializing. Once I entered the bar, Death slowly turned his head (I think he knows I'm here) "What have you come for Detective Robert?" He said, interrupting my thoughts. "You must be here to ask me some questions about the strange happenings in your precious little town."
I nervously find a seat next to Death; the barkeeper looks at me sweating in fear and asks me for a drink. "Anything for you Robert?" "My usual, good sir." While the barkeeper was getting my drink, Death offers to pay for my drink. "I'll pay for that." "No, it's cool I've got it" I reply.
The barkeeper comes back with my drink, and sets it down on the table in front of me. He nods, and takes a few steps back to leave me to my work.
"Death, what are you even doing here? I mean, uh..." I pause for a moment trying to find the right words, and before I could go on Death interrupts me. "I know what you're going to ask me. What am I doing here in the human world and not down in the underworld." He said in annoyed slurred tone. "I'm here because... because...b-uhhhh, I need to stop drinking." This was getting a little hard; Death was drunk out of his mind and could barely speak words. This talk was not going anywhere, Death finally finished. "I'm here because something is about to happen to your town, something that I may be the only person who could possibly do it."
"Then why are you drinking? Are you upset about something?" I quickly added before he spoke again. "No, when I came to your world I was curious, I had never had a, how do you call it?" "Beer? Alcohol? Liquor?" I said. "Yes, yes all theses, I never would have thought drinking would be so satisfying." He let out a loud sigh of relief, the barkeeper cringed. Death was making me nervous now, and he also seems to alcohol poisoning, because he's starting to smell like rotten meat. Just the thought of that is making me sick to my stomach. "Are you going to finish that?!" Death says while pointing at my drink, which I forgot about. "Um, sure, go ahead. I'm not going to drink it." "Great, this stuff is amazing!"
I finally realize that this is getting much harder, because Death won't stay on topic. "Death, what is going to happen to the town!?" I say angrily, Death looks at me and replies. "A great evil is going to destroy the town and everything around it." "HOW!?, How is getting destroyed?"
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