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redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

We've got a mission statement to only do good. Reveal whatever Truth that is.

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Grey Cat
Jun 3, 2023

Doing stuff and things


Where was OP on the night of the 11th?

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

Grey Cat posted:

Where was OP on the night of the 11th?

Stakeout, most likely. Sitting in cars for hours waiting for cheating husbands.

Grey Cat
Jun 3, 2023

Doing stuff and things


redshirt posted:

Stakeout, most likely. Sitting in cars for hours waiting for cheating husbands.

You sure you weren't in a plane? I have it on good authority...

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

Grey Cat posted:

You sure you weren't in a plane? I have it on good authority...

I want you to join the Agency. Full benefits. You get your own rotary phone.

BAGS FLY AT NOON
Apr 6, 2011

A Soft Nylon Bag

redshirt posted:

Sitting in cars for hours waiting for cheating husbands.

Same

Grey Cat
Jun 3, 2023

Doing stuff and things


redshirt posted:

I want you to join the Agency. Full benefits. You get your own rotary phone.

Hot DOG!

You Are A Werewolf
Apr 26, 2010

Black Gold!

“Just one more thing…”

CannonFodder
Jan 26, 2001

Passion’s Wrench
Pulls flask out from desk drawer, takes a swig, puts it back.

Ahh, that's how you start the day.


Now to wait for a dame to enter the office.

JustCallMeDC
Aug 12, 2023

Obey the Lamb
Obey the Lamb
Obey the Lamb
Always sit in the corner of the restaurant so you can watch everyone else eat.

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

You Are A Elf posted:

“Just one more thing…”

About to walk out door, turns back...

Szyznyk
Mar 4, 2008

Caught another fucker climbing ladders and hammering up 3/4” plywood when he was collecting workman’s comp. There’s nothing more satisfying than being an insurance company stooge.

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

We need a third floor dusty office in some rundown off Central street, yet close enough we can get there quickly.

Grey Cat
Jun 3, 2023

Doing stuff and things


It was a day like any other.
Rainy, miserable, black and white.

William Bear
Oct 26, 2012

"That's what they all say!"
In the dim glow of a lamplight, I sat in my cluttered office, nursing a hip flask filled with the warmth only cheap whiskey could offer. The rain outside drummed a steady beat on the windows, accompanying the faint strains of a jazz tune playing from a nearby speakeasy.

A sudden rap on the door jolted me to my senses. I glanced past the .50 magnum on my desk as the door swung open, and a dame stepped in. The room seemed to brighten just a bit, her silhouette revealing long, beautiful legs that seemed to go on forever...


"Mom!" I exclaimed. "You don't need to come in, I'm raiding. Just leave dinner at the door and go back upstairs!"

William Bear fucked around with this message at 21:02 on Sep 12, 2023

91223
Sep 12, 2023
Investigate Somethingawful

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

Grey Cat posted:

It was a day like any other.
Rainy, miserable, black and white.

There's this roof fan that spins lazily.

Bloodfart McCoy
Jul 20, 2007

That's a high quality avatar right there.

CannonFodder posted:

Pulls flask out from desk drawer, takes a swig, puts it back.

Ahh, that's how you start the day.


Now to wait for a dame to enter the office.

*Bloodfart McCoy saunters into the office and sits his hot rear end on your desk*

“I’m looking for a private dick.”

*The odor is shocking*

CannonFodder
Jan 26, 2001

Passion’s Wrench
The best detective work involves greasing a few palms. Now most detectives use some dead Presidents, but I prefer extra virgin olive oil. It gets my palms extra slick for my "interrogation methods."


Post nut clarity will make anyone give up the goods.

A GIANT PARSNIP
Apr 13, 2010

Too much fuckin' eggnog


I am the private detector

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

Spankowsky, it's you and me!

Yvershek
Nov 15, 2000

and there are no
diamonds in the
mine
My determination is based on whether I had a dame for a client with great legs that they were willing to show off.

WHY BONER NOW
Mar 6, 2016

Pillbug
Then she walked in. A dame with legs so long, she left (get it?? so long)

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

WHY BONER NOW posted:

Then she walked in. A dame with legs so long, she left (get it?? so long)

Like this creature entirely made of legs

Edgar
Sep 9, 2005

Oh my heck!
Oh heavens!
Oh my lord!
OH Sweet meats!
Wedge Regret
So how drunk can I get between cases? Also do we get old timey nicknames?

Yvershek
Nov 15, 2000

and there are no
diamonds in the
mine

redshirt posted:

Like this creature entirely made of legs

A true angel from the Old Testament made entirely of legs.

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

Edgar posted:

So how drunk can I get between cases? Also do we get old timey nicknames?

Yes and Yes

CannonFodder
Jan 26, 2001

Passion’s Wrench

Bloodfart McCoy posted:

*Bloodfart McCoy saunters into the office and sits his hot rear end on your desk*

“I’m looking for a private dick.”

*The odor is shocking*
*does not offer Bloodfart McCoy a slug of whiskey, for I will need every drop to forget this encounter*

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

Sigh, there's this guy who's been missing alot...

The Loin King
Feb 16, 2017

Check out this goddamned cat

roomtone
Jul 1, 2021

by Fluffdaddy

(and can't post for 28 days!)

she walked into my office looking like a stack of dry pancakes. if looks could kill, she might've given me a slight headache. her name was mauve. no wait. that was the wallpaper.

Animal-Mother
Feb 14, 2012

RABBIT RABBIT
RABBIT RABBIT
Beaten to the punch by those public sector detectives once again!

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007


Just say how much.

Mozi
Apr 4, 2004

Forms change so fast
Time is moving past
Memory is smoke
Gonna get wider when I die
Nap Ghost
Hi I'd like to hire a private detective, I suspect my wife is cheating on me

Panic! At The Tesco
Aug 19, 2005

FART


When the darkness fell, New York City became something else, any old Sinatra song notwithstanding. Bad things happened in the night, on the streets of that other city. Noir York City...

After Y2K, the end of the world had become a cliché. But who was I to talk, a brooding underdog avenger alone against an empire of evil, out to right a grave injustice? Everything was subjective. There were only personal apocalypses. Nothing is a cliché when it's happening to you.

I had taken on the role of the mythic detective: Bogart as Marlowe, or as Sam Spade going after the Maltese Falcon. To unravel all the mysteries, following a path of clues to that final revelation, even if it would take me down to the cold, cavernous depths of a grave.

Collecting evidence had gotten old a few hundred bullets back. I was already so far past the point of no return I couldn't even remember what it looked like when I had passed it.

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

Mozi posted:

Hi I'd like to hire a private detective, I suspect my wife is cheating on me

I charge lunch and dinner every day

BAGS FLY AT NOON
Apr 6, 2011

A Soft Nylon Bag

Edgar posted:

So how drunk can I get between cases? Also do we get old timey nicknames?

Between cases?! You must be new here. We’re drunk all the time.

Mozi
Apr 4, 2004

Forms change so fast
Time is moving past
Memory is smoke
Gonna get wider when I die
Nap Ghost

redshirt posted:

I charge lunch and dinner every day

deal, you can meet up with my wife to get those

redshirt
Aug 11, 2007

Panic! At The Tesco posted:

When the darkness fell, New York City became something else, any old Sinatra song notwithstanding. Bad things happened in the night, on the streets of that other city. Noir York City...

After Y2K, the end of the world had become a cliché. But who was I to talk, a brooding underdog avenger alone against an empire of evil, out to right a grave injustice? Everything was subjective. There were only personal apocalypses. Nothing is a cliché when it's happening to you.

I had taken on the role of the mythic detective: Bogart as Marlowe, or as Sam Spade going after the Maltese Falcon. To unravel all the mysteries, following a path of clues to that final revelation, even if it would take me down to the cold, cavernous depths of a grave.

Collecting evidence had gotten old a few hundred bullets back. I was already so far past the point of no return I couldn't even remember what it looked like when I had passed it.

Yes and Yes.

Also this older Italian lady walks into your office....

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Genesplicer
Oct 19, 2002

I give your invention the worst grade imaginable: An A-minus-minus!

Total Clam
A dame walked in. She had smoky eye shadow and legs for days. Dames like that always mean trouble.

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