I’m The Grouchy Small-Town Detective Who’s Going To Solve These Stupid Murders
You don’t deserve to see me wear eyeliner.
God, I hate all of you. Especially when you wake me up to solve your stupid murders.
You’re going to need to knock louder than that to break through this carb-induced couch coma. I’m not even wasting eyeliner on you. You don’t deserve…