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| Holy Cursewords Porkman! It looks like a British murder mystery happened in here! | |
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| How is can it be that Finchy knows it was British murder and not vanilla-flavored American murder? | |
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| There's all sorts of obvious evidence laying around, and all the corpses look so... polite. You know how British murder mysteries are. | |
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| Porkman slept through every British murder mystery Porkman ever watched, but Porkman can imagine what it would be like. | |
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INSIDE PORKMAN'S IMAGINATION:
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| Dreadfully sorry, but I'm afraid this knife will damage your Brioni suit pocket. Is there a favor I might do for you as a reparation? | |
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| Ah, there's an upstanding chap! Would you kindly lay the knife near my head and stuff a picture of your favorite songbird into my ear? | |
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