“Oh, is there? I didn’t notice!” “For a detective, you aren’t that good at noticing a four-story building, where almost every night people gather around, shout at TVs and get shitfaced.” “Excuse me, but it’s quite hard to see what’s behind me since I’m a bloody statue and can’t turn my head!” “Ah, right, my bad!” “You’re not very bright, are you?” “Oh, wow, and you’re not very polite, you stone, pigeon-shit-covered snooper!” “Detective. The best the world has ever seen, for that matter.” “Yeah, in movies.” “Excuse me?” “You were made up.” “At least I was created by an actual writer.” “You really are a grumpy old bastard, aren’t you?” “I want to see how nice you would be after standing here for ages, getting crapped all over by pigeons that are full of that disgusting food people keep throwing on the streets!” “Right, alright, calm down, I get it, you hate being crapped on by the birds.” “You really think that’s the only crap I have seen? Said it yourself, I’m standing right in front of the station AND a pub. And apparently there’s another pub behind me.”
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