SERGEANT: The dame needs dough—and lots of it.
DETECTIVE: Needing dough ain’t a crime. We all gotta earn a living.
SERGEANT: Yeah, but this dame, she’s dough-obsessed. And I wanna know why.
DETECTIVE: You think she might be mixed up in something dark?
SERGEANT: If the dame’s dark, she’s got company—folks around here are eating right out of her hands. Word on the street, people call her ‘Mother Culture.’
DETECTIVE: ‘Mother Culture’? Sounds kinda civilized-like. Nourishing, even.
SERGEANT: Sure, there’s a warmth to her. But trust me, this is one whip-tangy dame.
DETECTIVE: Could be a sticky situation. You got any proof?
SERGEANT: For starters, she’s always out there measuring—you know, like she’s weighing her options. There’s percentage signs in the dame’s eyes.
DETECTIVE: You’re saying her every move seems calculated?
SERGEANT: More like she acts in a well-defined sequence. With a meditative quality, in fact.
DETECTIVE: About this dame, appears we’re gonna have to separate the wheat from the chaff.
SERGEANT: How ’bout I roll it out for ya? Dame walks around like she’s the toast of the town. Bubbly, with a spring in her step. When it comes to wit, she’s razor-sharp. And one-liners? Hers are daggers studded with black diamonds.
DETECTIVE: Slow it down, Sarg. You’re talking like the dame’s a real plum.
SERGEANT: What can I say? Once, I caught sight of her through a windowpane. The dame was lit up by a long stretch of light—it was breathtaking!
DETECTIVE: Don’t tell me you’ve fallen for her?
DETECTIVE: I won’t deny it. Dame’s got depth—we’re talking a will of cast-iron. But something tells me she’s soft inside, too. I’m set on finding out the truth.
DETECTIVE: What’s your plan, lover-boy?
SERGEANT: Way I see it, this investigation’s gotta be three-fold. Step one: sift through the evidence. Step two: find out what the dame’s doing with all the dough. And step three: taste the goods, if you know what I mean.
DETECTIVE: If that ain’t bound to get hot and steamy! You looking to get a rise out of her.
SERGEANT: A rise? That’s exactly what I’m after.
DETECTIVE: Ah, life—nothing but a bitter-sweet symphony.
SERGEANT: Now that gives me something to chew on . . .
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Stay tuned as the sergeant and detective begin to sift through the
evidence . . .