@Knorg

“I knew the dame was trouble when she waltzed into my offfice with a green diamond floating over her head.”

@Knorg

A doorbell rings. I immediately look up, shocked, as I don’t have one installed. It chimes again. I shiver. The sound vibrates in my soul. I lay aside my book, the text forgotten, and go inexorably to answer the summons. There’s a man there. He speaks,

“Hello. I sell doorbells.”

@Knorg

[FBI raid]

Pig gangster: “Who squealed?”