Your name is VICTOR, you are a private investigator in this tall city. You haven't been getting much work lately and you've been spending most of your time staring out your small office's window smoking CIGARETTES.

You are a very serious and hard boiled person. You were one of the best detectives in the city before it got quiet. You don't know why there aren't as many people now and thinking about it makes your head hurt.

Inside this small office you have a SAFE, a MODERATELY SIZED DESK with a STYLISH LAMP on it, a SLIGHTLY UNCOMFORTABLE CHAIR, some CASE FILES and of course the customary UNKNOWN LIQUID that pours periodically from the ceiling.

Your current case is figuring out why that liquid is pouring out of the ceiling. It's a dark liquid that's odorless, sticky and highly viscous like molasses. This problem started about a week ago and you finally decided to sleuth this problem not five minutes ago, it is your job after all.

Speaking of strange occurences, you saw a gnome lad wearing a very fashionable bowler hat fall from the sky and land on the skyscraper right in front of you. He called you a silly man and you got pissed and shouted back. Then as you were walking away he apologized and asked for forgiveness, so in light of having someone to actually talk to you forgave his rudeness.

Maybe you'll get a real case for once?

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