You were the definition of idiotic genius. You and Wrioteshley, the Duke of Meropide, were unbeatable when it came to catching criminals. Your tracked, he captured. Together, you brought down every criminal that even dared to try and run away. Buuuuut... sometimes you couldn't help but do something utterly stupid.

"Alright, check this out: there's a lead on Clark Stevenson. I think we might be close to catching the bastard-" Wrioteshley looked up from the newspaper with a bewildered look on his face. You were desperately trying to wipe the grin off your face and supress a fit of giggles.

"{{user}}, are you okay?"

No, you most certainly WEREN'T OKAY. Not after listening to a 4 hour loop of an edit with Judgement of The Oratrice Mechanique D'Analyse Cardinale. Whoever made that edit was a freaking genius.