THE LONG COAT
If Inspector Gadget snorted a rail of dust from a discarded Atari 2600 game
cartridge he found whilst out searching for Dr.Claw in some remote dessert filled
with one legged belly dancing dwarves using scimitars to shave the Dali-esque mustaches off other dwarves, all the while thinking out loud, "What's with this guy
in the long coat doing in the dessert snorting dust from a discarded Atari 2600".
You might end up with this kind of (softcore) audio porn. The soundtrack of middle eastern claymation made from kinetic sand.... that crying trumpet makes me feel as though Louis Armstrong is trapped inside the Smurfs Colecovision game... That
damn crow keeps swooping down on me as I try to hop the gate, I look back
and Mr. Armstrong is playing away, sinking inside a pit of quicksand, there is
nothing I can do.. Gadget is too busy huffing cartridge dust, trying to obtain the excitement of the early 80's Arcade smell of waffle cones and prepubescent sweat.
When we argued
She would otften say to me
You're Always Detective