"Are you absolutely sure I will not have to get the full tattoo? A gang tattoo feels impure..." sulked the monk while talking to Weirdlock Jones in his office. Weirdlock looked to this partner, Poropo, earnestly and attempted to ease his friend's concerns.
"I can't make any concrete promises, but I can tell you we will solve this case thanks to your help...can you stick with it for the sake of this case?" Weirdlock put a hand on the monk's shoulder, having to crouch down to properly reach as if addressing a child - the size difference would be amusing if not for the fire situation the duo found themselves investigating. The murders may have been Yakuza members, but murder is a crime nonetheless.
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