"I'M A DETECTIVE AND I CAN HELP YOU WITH MY SUPER-DUPER DETECTIVE KIT," KEVIN SAID. "WHERE DOES THE NOSE MONSTER LIVE?"
MISS STRAWBERRY LOOKED HOPEFUL. "HE LIVES NEAR THE PARK," SHE ANSWERED. "MAY I COME, TOO?"
"OF COURSE YOU MAY," KEVIN AGREED. AND OFF THEY WENT.
Thoughts: Once again, we're getting screwed in the content department. I want some more text, dammit. I'm going to be honest here, this so-called Nose Monster just isn't a compelling villain in my mind. OK, so he steals smells, big fucking deal. And I can't believe Kevin is holding hands with that damn strawberry, what a sick fuck. I have absolutely nothing against interracial relationships, but when you're starting to get intimate with a female that isn't the same species, phylum, or even KINGDOM as you, that's just not cool at all. I also don't understand why the hell this is still considered a mystery. Miss Strawberry has already told us who stole her scent and where he lives; mystery over. Now it's more of a confrontation or something. I would also like to point out that Miss Strawberry has the right idea: women should always feel obligated to ask if they can come too. I'm sick of this modern bullshit where it's assumed that sex isn't over until the woman has an orgasm. I suppose that's supposed to be the sun up there in the top left corner, but it looks a goddam fried egg. Seriously, what the fuck? The sun is one of the first things that most kids learn to draw, you know why? Because it's fucking easy. You draw a yellow circle and then if you're feeling adventurous, you can surround it with yellow triangles. End of story. In case you fucking need pictures, I've provided some:
