CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Chapter the First
My friend Dr Dave, the world's great detective, had been on the trail of the Deadly Poisoner for some time. He'd managed to get all the suspects together in a big room, as was his style. I was there too, eyeing a delicious looking stack of pancakes on a table. I hoped he would reveal the poisoner's true and deadly identity soon so I could indulge myself in a pancake or four. Four being the limit my body had set on the number of pancakes I could eat in a single session before it turned unpleasant. There was also a bowl of oranages on the table but I'd rather die than eat one of those.
"This is outrageous!" said Lady Maisie Sleepyhead. "I'm not a poisoner! Yes I admit I hired goons to beat my husband to near death, but I didn't poison him while he was recovering in hospital! He deserved that beating, he recorded over the final episode of Frasier before I could watch it!"
"Perhaps you didn't poison him," said Dr Dave. "But you are in league with the real poisoner. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, JED?"
"Me!?" asked Jed Dunst, a dentist and bastard. "I never poisoned no one! As a dentist I have taken an oath to never poison no one!"
"A double negative!"I said, excited. "He must be the poisoner!"
"No, Wackson, shut up," said Dr Dave, and I shut up. "If that is the case, then why don't you eat one of these delicious pancakes, HUH, JED? OR AN ORANGE!"
"I'm not hungry!" he said, shying away from the table.
"Then why am I here?" asked the third suspect, the well respected horse seller Charles Dance (not the actor.)
"Oh, I just needed you here to draw the other two out," said Dr Dave. "I know you aren't the poisoner, Dance. After all, the poisoner tried to poison you once before!"
"Indeed" said Dance. "But I didn't eat the pancakes."
"No?" asked Dr Dve.
"I would never be so silly as to fall foul of the Deadly Pancake Poisoner!" said Dance.
"But how do you know it was the pancakes that were poisoned in your home?" asked Dr Dave.
"Well I...the police told me?" he said.
"No, I instructed them to not reveal which food item was poisoned."
"Well you...you just offered Jed a pancake and he refused. Because they're poisoned!"
"I also offered him an orange, yet you didn't mention refusing to eat those. And I happen to know for a fact that your house is stuffed full of oranges!"
"This is absurd!"
"No...it's good old fashioned detective work, bitch!" said Dr Dave. Charles Dance looked around. He realised he'd been caught out by Dr Dave, like so many others before him. He turned and tried to ran...then tripped and fell.
"My shoelaces are tied together!" he said.
"I did it earlier, when I dropped my handkerchief on the floor. And I'd do it again," said Dr Dave. It was then that Inspect Tomtrek of the Yard jumped out from under the table.
"Excellent work once again!" he said. "You've proven beyond a doubt that Charles Dance is the Poisoner! But how did you know Jed wouldn't eat one of the pancakes?"
"Bastards hate pancakes," said Dr Dave.
"It's true!" said Jed and we all laughed. Inspector Tomtrek's officers took Dance away and Lady Sleepyhead and Jed followed.
"And, with that, you have finally solved crime!" said Tomtrek.
"Crimes," Dr Dave corrected. "I solve crimes, not crime as an abstract concept."
"No, I mean you have now solved all crimes in London!" said Tomtrek. "Everyone know of your crime solving abilities and no one will ever dare commit a crime in the city again! The poiosner was the last man foolish enough to break the law."
"That makes logical sense," said Dr Dave. "I suppose I must now retire to my bees in the country."
"Not so fast!" said Tomtrek. "My superiors have come up with an even bigger plan. They want you...to solve every crime in the world!"
"I think I see where this is going," said Dr Dave.
"They want you...TO BE CLONED!" said Inspector Tomtrek. "One clone for every city in the world!"
"SILENCE, REMEMBER WACKSON'S HOMOSEXUALITY!" said Dr Dave. But it was too late.
My homosexuality had caused me to faint at the thought of multiple Dr Daves.
TO BE CONTINUED
My friend Dr Dave, the world's great detective, had been on the trail of the Deadly Poisoner for some time. He'd managed to get all the suspects together in a big room, as was his style. I was there too, eyeing a delicious looking stack of pancakes on a table. I hoped he would reveal the poisoner's true and deadly identity soon so I could indulge myself in a pancake or four. Four being the limit my body had set on the number of pancakes I could eat in a single session before it turned unpleasant. There was also a bowl of oranages on the table but I'd rather die than eat one of those.
"This is outrageous!" said Lady Maisie Sleepyhead. "I'm not a poisoner! Yes I admit I hired goons to beat my husband to near death, but I didn't poison him while he was recovering in hospital! He deserved that beating, he recorded over the final episode of Frasier before I could watch it!"
"Perhaps you didn't poison him," said Dr Dave. "But you are in league with the real poisoner. ISN'T THAT RIGHT, JED?"
"Me!?" asked Jed Dunst, a dentist and bastard. "I never poisoned no one! As a dentist I have taken an oath to never poison no one!"
"A double negative!"I said, excited. "He must be the poisoner!"
"No, Wackson, shut up," said Dr Dave, and I shut up. "If that is the case, then why don't you eat one of these delicious pancakes, HUH, JED? OR AN ORANGE!"
"I'm not hungry!" he said, shying away from the table.
"Then why am I here?" asked the third suspect, the well respected horse seller Charles Dance (not the actor.)
"Oh, I just needed you here to draw the other two out," said Dr Dave. "I know you aren't the poisoner, Dance. After all, the poisoner tried to poison you once before!"
"Indeed" said Dance. "But I didn't eat the pancakes."
"No?" asked Dr Dve.
"I would never be so silly as to fall foul of the Deadly Pancake Poisoner!" said Dance.
"But how do you know it was the pancakes that were poisoned in your home?" asked Dr Dave.
"Well I...the police told me?" he said.
"No, I instructed them to not reveal which food item was poisoned."
"Well you...you just offered Jed a pancake and he refused. Because they're poisoned!"
"I also offered him an orange, yet you didn't mention refusing to eat those. And I happen to know for a fact that your house is stuffed full of oranges!"
"This is absurd!"
"No...it's good old fashioned detective work, bitch!" said Dr Dave. Charles Dance looked around. He realised he'd been caught out by Dr Dave, like so many others before him. He turned and tried to ran...then tripped and fell.
"My shoelaces are tied together!" he said.
"I did it earlier, when I dropped my handkerchief on the floor. And I'd do it again," said Dr Dave. It was then that Inspect Tomtrek of the Yard jumped out from under the table.
"Excellent work once again!" he said. "You've proven beyond a doubt that Charles Dance is the Poisoner! But how did you know Jed wouldn't eat one of the pancakes?"
"Bastards hate pancakes," said Dr Dave.
"It's true!" said Jed and we all laughed. Inspector Tomtrek's officers took Dance away and Lady Sleepyhead and Jed followed.
"And, with that, you have finally solved crime!" said Tomtrek.
"Crimes," Dr Dave corrected. "I solve crimes, not crime as an abstract concept."
"No, I mean you have now solved all crimes in London!" said Tomtrek. "Everyone know of your crime solving abilities and no one will ever dare commit a crime in the city again! The poiosner was the last man foolish enough to break the law."
"That makes logical sense," said Dr Dave. "I suppose I must now retire to my bees in the country."
"Not so fast!" said Tomtrek. "My superiors have come up with an even bigger plan. They want you...to solve every crime in the world!"
"I think I see where this is going," said Dr Dave.
"They want you...TO BE CLONED!" said Inspector Tomtrek. "One clone for every city in the world!"
"SILENCE, REMEMBER WACKSON'S HOMOSEXUALITY!" said Dr Dave. But it was too late.
My homosexuality had caused me to faint at the thought of multiple Dr Daves.
TO BE CONTINUED