Something was definitely wrong. The night was cool and quiet, and my delinquent senses were tingling like a tongue on a 9-Volt Battery. I wasn't sure How or when, But I knew that somewhere, somehow, in some way, something bad was going down, and I was supposed to stop it.
I decided to check out the Museum. In every detective movie it was the museum being infiltrated by some mysterious mastermind, so chances are, someone was trying to steal something fancy. I looked around, but the place was as empty as a hobo's pocket.... A specific Hobo in fact.
One Gintoki Sakata came to mind as I walked, thinking up new analogies to use in my monologues, and upon discovering a Weekly Jump magazine on the ground, I knew exactly what was going down.
Someone as poor and out of work as him would stoop to anything to get some easy cash, But today, the cash wasn't going to be very easy at all.... it would be... hard...
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I decided to check out the Museum. In every detective movie it was the museum being infiltrated by some mysterious mastermind, so chances are, someone was trying to steal something fancy. I looked around, but the place was as empty as a hobo's pocket.... A specific Hobo in fact.
One Gintoki Sakata came to mind as I walked, thinking up new analogies to use in my monologues, and upon discovering a Weekly Jump magazine on the ground, I knew exactly what was going down.
Someone as poor and out of work as him would stoop to anything to get some easy cash, But today, the cash wasn't going to be very easy at all.... it would be... hard...
Damn, I need more analogies!