GARBOIL: Hello hello, Saurus. I assume you'll be able to tell me exactly where you were when Flash Lio Convoy was stabbed...



DEATHSAURUS: I have an alibi, Detective Sergeant. We've been hanging here all day.

GARBOIL: Alibi, eh. I'm sur... Seriously, are you two eating a pterodactyl?

NUT CONVOY: Actually it's a...

GARBOIL <Glares>

NUT CONVOY: Sure. It's a pterodactyl. Whatever.



GARBOIL: Saurus... I'm sure your wife would like to know you've been playing naughty nurse with some paid floozy all day.

DEATHSAURUS: Esmeral left me, Detective Sergeant. Got tired of all my planet destroying and such. And watch your mouth - this isn't some cheap Paradron Medic, it's my girlfriend, Chromia – we're making a new crime-free life together. People change, Garboil. And speaking of wives, perhaps you should be looking closer to home. I thought birds were supposed to mate for life, but yours has been f...

GARBOIL: Shut your faces, Saurus. And unless your next words are a lead on what happened to Flash, I'm taking you and your moll down to the station.



DEATHSAURUS: ...Nobody in the underworld has taken credit for Flash's death, Garboil. Which means whoever killed him didn't do it to make a name for himself. This was either personal, or a big blue griffinful of MacGuffin.



DEATHSAURUS: So maybe you're ignoring the elephant in the room.

GARBOIL: Maybe you're right...

CHROMIA: Deathy, I love your big bad tusks. Let's do it elephant style...

GARBOIL: And... we're out of here. You two, get a room.

NUT CONVOY: ...So we can ignore the elephant in it?

GARBOIL <More glaring>

NUT CONVOY: What? What?

GARBOIL: <Sighs.> I'll tell you when you're older.