Detective

Yep, that's the scream of the casual dame right in front of them big ol' doors. If clothes were not as retro and shiny as his magnifying glass, he'd be on easy street. Instead, he has an office right down on 49th street and a nasty relationship and with mysteries and disgusting but showing mysteries he's solved in the past. Besides, the dame's scream if music to his ears any day. After all, he isn't an opera critic. He's a private eye.
Yeah, that's him all right. Jamie Hunt. His name was just in the nick of time, before a dart shot the window of the cursed medical center, and that's when great business started. It's been raining for centuries, for all he can remember. He keeps two important things with him: One's a gun, and he keeps it loaded. Another's a bottle, and it keeps him loaded. So when the tall brunette opened the door with a case for him, business, to its great surprise, started.
She was the pushy type, the kind that'd break your heart, or maybe your arms. It was the casual type, since Jamie is used to this happening all the time. The brunette was losing patience, but the poor Jamie Hunt was just looking for clues. Since this was happening, the mystery was getting out of hand. He decided to use the full treatment on the dame. He showed her his big friend of caring and well, anesthesia, and she'd soon be taken to the medical center for a better life to be given to her. Until next time, folks. Until next time.
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Category:Series 5 Minifigures