Tuesday April 12, 2016
Book 16: Big, Dumb Objects — Part IV


NARRATOR: Sanctum Adroit precinctory...

TAGON: Nice work, Sergeant. You're stuck here until your trial. What do you have to say for yourself?

SCHLOCK: It's not my fault! All I wanted to do was get really buzzed so I wouldn't have to think about Ebby.

TAGON: That would be a much better answer if Ebby was actually dead.

SCHLOCK: Have you visited him?

TAGON: Yes, and the doctor assured me that the drooling is temporary.