
“More spam mail?! I thought I set up a filter! Mucking up my inbox with nonsense…"

“More spam mail?! I thought I set up a filter! Mucking up my inbox with nonsense…"

“Two children, alternating, partner first."

“I believe that everyone has something that really piques their interest in that regard.”

“Oh, most any place in Paris is wonderful, but my most favorite is a little cafe on the corner where everyone brings their dogs. The servers set out bowls for them, so that master and pet can enjoy the gourmet food together. It’s a wonderful spot to take up a corner and watch them interact. Everyone is an animal lover… it’s delightful.”

“Ah, well… I would love to raise a family with whomever I have a long-term committed relationship with. In an ideal world, my affections would be returned by that person, and it would all come together, somehow… though adoption or surrogate parenting, or something of that nature… but I suppose only time will tell.”

“Frankly, I’m insulted that you would insinuate that I have ‘messed up’ on the Kaitou Kid case, as I have not. It is still open and being investigated. Further, the fact that I haven’t taken action with the case, despite having all of the evidence that I need, should indicate that there are reasons for me to withhold at present.”

"As for ‘completely messed up’ – oh, do you mean that the case itself was particularly odd? Oh. Oh. That changes things. Hm.”

"I would have to say the case of the cannibalistic butcher would have to rank up in my top five at least. He was such an angry old man…”

“No flavors or scents on the lip balm or lotion; I usually just use a chapstick of the usual sort. As for my shampoo…”


“The last time I used ketchup was to fake my own death. Thusly, the answer would be a firm ‘1’ on that scale.”

“Well, I did have several hundred dollars a few moments ago, but then my dear old friend Mogi came to visit…”


"My wallet always seems to mysteriously become empty every time I see him.”

“Next door as in… the room next to mine? It ought to be empty, as there are only three of us living in this enormous house. Who’s broken in? What are they doing? Why are they murdering that poor instrument?!”

“…and then I would wonder if it’s that wretched cat burglar again, trying to get my attention. Bloody feline, always so needy…”