[ wp ] You work with the worst detective in history . He misses every clue and makes leaps of illogic that leave you baffled for hours . He also always catches the right bad guy . No one knows how he does this .

`` This is it Rob, this is the lead we've been looking for!'' 
 
 Detective Robert Currouci sighed, 
 
 *Here we go again* 
 
 `` That's a phone booth, Frank, and it's eight blocks away from the crime scene.'' 
 
 `` I can feel it this time, there's something about it. If we just wait until 3:20 p.m. and line up the shadows with-'' 
 
 `` The crime was committed between 11:00 p.m. and 12:30 a.m., Frank.'' 
 
 `` Let me finish Robby.'' 
 
 Robert hated being called Robby. It did n't matter how much older Frank was, they were partners. He deserved a little respect. 
 
 `` Now if we line up the shadow at 3:20 with this telephone pole, it leads us right into... a grocery store, of course! Now what do they sell in a grocery store Rob?'' 
 
 `` Um, milk?'' 
 
 `` You're on the right track, but you've got to think harder.'' 
 
 `` Jesus, I do n't know, vegetables?'' 
 
 `` You're getting colder, come on Robby, think!'' 
 
 *This is my fucking life. I could have been a cop, but nooo, I wanted to do good for my community. * 
 
 `` Shit Frank I have no idea, eggs?'' 
 
 `` That's right Robby! Eggs!'' 
 
 Robert breathed a sigh of relief. At least that one was over quickly. Frank never told him the answer, never even gave him a hint. On the Burling Brothers case Frank made him sit there for hours trying to guess a yellow food. The answer? golden fucking rice. He could n't really do anything about it though. Say what you want about Frank's detective work, but he always solved his cases. Somehow. 
 
 `` And what lays eggs Rob?'' 
 
 `` Chickens?'' 
 
 `` You're right Robby but that's not what I'm thinking of.'' 
 
 *And why do n't you share that information with the class* 
 
 `` Ah jeez, sparrows, ostriches, penguins, the Cadbury Bunny?'' 
 
 `` Rabbits, precisely.'' 
 
 *What the fuck* 
 
 `` And rabbits hop, as do kangaroos, a juvenile kangaroo is a joey... Joey Andon! He lives in the apartment next to the crime scene! Bring him in Rob.'' 
 
 *What the fuuuuuck* 
 
 `` Alright Frank, I'll talk to him. You head on home.'' 
 
 Robert started to walk towards the suspect's apartment, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. 
 
 `` Rob, hold on a second. You have a leaf in your... hair.'' 
 
 `` Um, Frank?'' 
 
 `` Robert... are you dating my daughter?'' 
 
 *Shit* 

