Charming, I’m sure! Nothing like a fresh, clean cape!
Why not just take the next step and keep them drugged, PHB? A bunch of mind-numbed robots would make your job really easy!
Marty is a distinctive coroner (though I still prefer Ducky Mallard of NCIS as my forensic pathologist of choice) and knows his poisonous fishies. But can he tell from the forthcoming toxicology and lab report how concentrated the poison was, when it was ingested/administered, or if there was any other abnormal presence—especially any psychotropic? I think the lab work could yet be significant to Tracy’s investigation….
Can You Top This, pre-school edition. Miss Bliss’s bun is formidable, but it is no match for the kids’ imaginations….
Well, everyone knows, “you can’t tie down a banjo man”!
If you think teachers are so violent, maybe you should rethink attending school.
Gorilla shake-down artist. Be wary, organ grinder. He could turn on you….
Oh, Bobbi. How disappointing! You are so fixed on mere appearances….
I would not have “placed” Morris as the church-going kind of guy; more the short, dull bartender on the fringe of social acceptability, ‘cause he’s shacked up with a crazy robot-Satan!
Wow! Gary on in-lines towing Travis is Da Bomb! Faster, Gary! Faster!