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Balsam the Merchant: If you give me a gold coin, I will turn it into three gold coins then I will give two coins back to you and keep one for myself. This is called «Investment». What? I'm not kidding! You have a gold coin?

Ibis: But it worries me...

Serval: What does?

Ibis: Why do you and everyone else accommodate my selfish wishes? You could just tell me to head deep into forest and sing alone.

Serval: Crested Ibis, the thing you should know is... Wait, why didn't we?

Caracal: Serval...

Ibis: I don't mind whether you're professors or wise ones – could you help me fix my voice?

Professor: There may be more pressing matters than the Cellians. You seem to be exceedingly tone-deaf.

Caracal: Ah, she said it. Hey, Serval, can you tell them? That academic freedom should have its limits.

Ibis: More importantly...

Serval: Ah, she's tougher than she looks.

– Off I go!

– Off she went...

– I was passing by and I decided to come and say hello.

– Forrest Steelhammer. What a coincidence. You came to my mind, yesterday night, while I was taking out the trash!

All of sudden, chill was cast over the office...

– Always very funny, out Jan Clayton. I might dislocate my jaw from the laughs.

– Don't worry. A punch and it shifts back into place.

And then the atmosphere becomes red-hot. The climate is quite uncertain around here.

– I already said everything about Rud Kaminsky affair.

– Sometimes everything isn't enough.

– Inspector, when will I be allowed to leave?

– Even now. The exit is right behind you.

– Don't play dumb! You've forced me to stay in Anderville for two months, at your disposal!

– You're bored? Perhaps you still haven't visited the museum of bolts. The biggest one in the world is there, you know?

– Are you kidding me?

– Eh, eh! The problem with detectives is that we can't hide nothing from you!

– Mickey, what a surprise! Do close the door... from outside!

And so I'm the last one to find out that I have a secretary, Sarah Fossett. A bad blow to my self-esteem as a detective.

I've run out of clients, for the moment. And I hope a new one isn't coming in the next half hour because I want to have a look at Sonny's archive.

– You're gettin' too worked up, Freddie. He's alone, against us!

– You don't get it, do you? We are alone, against him.

– Justice doesn't work... That's the problem with Anderville!

– Can I point out that comin' from you it sounds like a joke, Freddie?

– No!

The road to justice sometimes offers shortcuts and very often they pass through Anderville.

– And... I won't be locked up?

– No crime, no punishment.

– May I seat here?

– May I stop you?

I lived to investigate, once. For two months, I've been investigating for living.

– Before we start, a question. Do you know the difference between count Dracula and a bright and cunning detective from 28th precinct?

– It's easy! On of 'em doesn't exist!

– Hey! The boy believes in vampires!

– So am I badass enough?

– You wouldn't even know how to spell... BADASS!

– Prsciai navsegda!

– Hey, Sonny! What if I came to Anderville, too? We could open that agency right away.

– You in Anderville? No, no! You wouldn't make it! You have skill, you're top of your class, you're clever... But you ain't badass enough!

– For starters, do you know this guy?

– You have three seconds.

One is enough.

– Rud Kaminsky!

Bingo!

– Unbelievable! He's called John Smith!

– What do you want?

– Just to ask you some easy little questions, as in those game shows on TV.

– If you don't answer right, the consolation prize is as two weeks stay in a hospital of your choice.

This is one of the things that I would never have done in Mouseton. One of many. But I'm learning quick.