(A quite chubby, kind-looking man walks into the office, finishing off a pastry. Detective Daniel “Doughnut” Thomson looks around, grinning when he locks eyes with Doohickey)
“Heyyy, man! Listen, I’m here on official business, but I’m not in a rush to get back there. Wanna hear how the Chief fucked up this time?”
Doohickey looks up, his brain and face already in business mode, but it immediately melts into a playful smile.
"Oh, fuck. Clance, come down, the cops are here," he calls out with a laugh, standing up and offering out his hand. "Hey, nice of you to drop by. And yes, of course I'd love to hear, who do you think I am?" He gestures to their coffee machine. "Coffee?"










