This wasn't what Julian had pictured the newlyweds' home to be like, or really any home. Such a disgusting mess took place mostly in his worst nightmares. An investigator's job was meant to be glamorous, damnit! But Julian persevered, stepping forward into the -hrk!-

Trying again... stepping into the -mmf!-

Julian began to regret the cinnamon roll in a way he never thought possible. He took a deep breath of fresh air, then briskly charged into the kitchen. As long as he didn't breathe, everything would be fine. Everything was... fine... where's the sink?!

With the cinnamon roll no longer in his stomach and Julian's sweet tooth successfully suppressed for at least a millennium, Julian was finally able to focus on looking around the disgusting kitchen as commanded. If this couple had somehow left on a honeymoon without cleaning up after themselves, they deserved to be ransacked. Hell, they probably wouldn't even notice. Except maybe the mess in their sink. That was likely noticeable.