The top Problem Sleuth in the city stands in the center of his office, organizing his desk, arranging his paperwork and requests. Currently, there were no problems to sleuth and no dames to be rescued. He picks up his GUN and unlocks the door, exiting the room, and stepping into the elevator to the first floor. It was nice to be able to leave his office, as his previous adventure had caused him to have a slight sense of claustrophobia. But now that he had defeated MOBSTER KINGPIN, he was free to explore the city as he so desired.
	Normally, he'd ask ACE DICK and PICKLE INSPECTOR to accompany him on his trips to the pub, but the two had currently traveled to the ELF KINGDOM to investigate a pickle robbery. PS had stayed behind as he preferred more traditional jobs such as saving HYSTERICAL DAMES, and had been tuckered out on such fantastical tomfoolery.
	As he stepped outside, taking a deep breath of fresh air, he doffed his hat to a passerby, making sure that the CANDY CORN inside was not dropped. He began swiftly walking across the sidewalk, with his hands in his overcoat pockets. Arriving at the storefront of his destination, he looked through the glass windows to the pub, seeing it alive and bustling. He distastefully recalled the PROHIBITION ERA, and was glad that he could fuel his IMAGINATION whenever he so desired. Pushing open the door, he sat down at the booth and cleared his throat.
	"I'll take a glass of whiskey on the rocks." His voice was deep and slightly raspy, complementing his rugged appearance.