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| Captain Abe Dronkowitchzh, fomerly of precinct 13? We need your help on this perplexing murder. | |
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| You can call me Dronk. Everyone does. To the dronkmobile! | |
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| Are you some kind of buddhist priest? | |
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| No, this is a bathrobe. I'm a little hung over. and thirsty. | |
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| here's your 'snack', sir. this makes 7. | |
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| it was the colonel! from the library window, with a bullet made of dry ice. | |
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