- About Cadbury Fife
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- The Case Of The Missing Self
- 1: The appointment, so called
- 2: Please do not take a seat
- 3: Squander my solitude with your presence
- 4: A troubled woman in a dirty window
- 5: The ratatat madness of human affairs
- 6: All runners secretly feel like criminals
- 7: Only Cadbury Fife can solve your case backwards
- 8: Some type of high-society circus clown
- 9: The fascinating stupidity of humans
- 10: A silent killer with a feather duster
- 11: People are toxic to the human condition
- 12: The warm heartless shoulders of the world
- 13: The Moth Epidemic in the East
- 14: The tragic outcome of our continued existence
- 15: Contemplating murder or suicide
- 16: The Terms of Cadbury’s Detective Agency
- 17: Relationships for the underslime
- 18: The ultimate act of dance destruction
- 19: A beautiful man with bountiful brain-bosoms
- 20: Coming from an axis of dementia
- 21: Juggle all the world’s detritus
- 22: To be associated with pleasure, perchance it may offer something good
- 23: To vaporize, vanish, blink out like a black light in the void of the night
- 24: Like projectile life through the narrowing tunnel of existence
- 25: Burrowed into its bamboozling heart
- 26: It was the Detection Party
- 27: More frustrating than a bottle of frustration pills
- 28: A lot of squirming in the room
- 29: Pulling wet, wriggling desires from the depths
- 30: The problem with Modern, Historic, and Ancient Detectives
- 31: Sorry for moving quickly, people, but there’s no time for this
- 32: Ego bubbles, designed to give you boners of the head
- 33: A hard demonic presence in between layers of silken skin and cloth
- 34: The presumably depraved monster-gentleman
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15: Contemplating murder or suicide
Selia sat at her desk contemplating murder or suicide. Always a close call, she concluded. Her boss, Rafaella Ellison, Esq., had her preparing the usual idiotic set of mock agreements, statements and pronouncements in the case of The Government vs The … Continue reading
14: The tragic outcome of our continued existence
Selia had taken to drinking heavily to prepare for work. Like work itself, it had become a ritual, a chore that she needed to executed in order to get through. Tonight, due to certain other responsibilities, such as detective’s appointments, … Continue reading
13: The Moth Epidemic in the East
For a craven, stooping, middle-aged Detective’s Assistant Mr. Gullet was surprisingly technically adept. In fact, his home appeared to be a computer research laboratory. Spread across numerous desks were perhaps a dozen computers of different types and sizes, some in … Continue reading
12: The warm heartless shoulders of the world
And Selia returned to the night. Spat out from the elevator system, rotating its vile cadvertisements, spat out from the lobby and its horribly sad security detail, spat out from the GloDom Tower into the night of a million darknesses. She felt … Continue reading
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11: People are toxic to the human condition
Cadbury sits on the private balcony of Cadbury’s Detective Agency, alone, staring at a massive sprawl of humanity spreading out into the night. Each shimmering light is both a glimmer of hope and a spore of a vast, deadly disease. Cadbury: People … Continue reading
10: A silent killer with a feather duster
Mr. Gullet moved like a silent killer with a feather duster. Indeed, he was a killer of dust, sliding around the room getting into every corner… every nook, every foreboding cranny. The crannies were often the problem areas, both for … Continue reading
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9: The fascinating stupidity of humans
Cadbury Fife was partially disrobed, but also partially robed. Which is to say that, when worn without pants, the long coat he wore gave the appearance of a robe. He had been performing a rather delicate sliding dance move with two … Continue reading
8: Some type of high-society circus clown
Selia hurried into the elevator and rushed to press the button for the 50th floor. Selia: [Getting frustrated as the button wasn't activated] What is your malfunction, button? Then realizing it was afterhours, Selia remembered she needed to swipe her security card … Continue reading
7: Only Cadbury Fife can solve your case backwards
In the game of detective work, the skill was to solve the case using the minimum number of moves, and with the maximum amount of sex appeal. Cadbury: The mechanics of detecthievery. Anyone could solve the case, most likely, if they bothered … Continue reading
6: All runners secretly feel like criminals
Through the night. Furiously cold, concerned about something she had forgotten, moving too quickly, wondering if she had parked her car correctly, relatively sure that something unfortunate was about to start happening. Selia had never felt like a criminal before, yet … Continue reading