Sunny
Yellow Alicorn: Hello.
Harry: Hello. What's your name?
Yellow Alicorn: Sunny. You're that cop that lives upstairs, right?
Harry: Yeah.
Yellow Alicorn: It's funny, I've only lived here for six months, and I've never seen you here before.
Harry: *Smiles* That is funny I suppose.
Yellow Alicorn: Just one question. What does it take to go to cama with you?
Harry: Umm.... Try knocking on the door? *Walks to apartment room*
Shortly after arriving to his room, a knock could be heard from the door.
Harry: *Opens door*
Sunny: Hello.
Harry: Hello.
Sunny: *Looking around room* Do you always live in the dark?
Harry: mais or less. *Sits down* I got drinks if you're thirsty.
Sunny: *Looks in refrigerator*
Harry: *Hears phone ring, and answers* Hello?
Briggs: Is that you Calahan?
Harry: Of course it's me. Who were you expecting? Clint Eastwood?
Briggs: What are you doing?
Harry: Entertaining a female guest.
Briggs: Well put your pants back on, and get over here. We need your help on all those murders being made in this town.
Harry: I'm on stakeout, remember?
10 minutos later at a morgue.
Briggs: Not anymore Calahan. As of now, you, and your partner are on homicide.
Morgue owner: We got these dead bodies that came in just now. This pónei, pônei died for gambling. The one seguinte to him died for driving a truck. This black mare, and the pimp, are the newest bodies we got.
Harry: What happened?
Morgue owner: We heard from a taxicab driver that the pimp killed his special somepony, and this morning, somepony else shot the pimp por the golden neigh bridge.
Police Captain: Harry, this is serious business. If you mess things up, I'm gonna drop you lower then baleia shit.
Harry: Speaking of baleia shit, what have you found Briggs?
Briggs: I'll have you know that we work hard here, and we don't take kindly to foul ups.
After that, Harry went to his apartment.
Harry: *Walks in room*
Sunny: *Laying in bed*
Harry: Are you comfortable?
Sunny: Yes.
Harry: Warm enough?
Sunny: Yes.
Harry: Good. *Lays in cama seguinte to Sunny*
And they both slept together.
seguinte morning, Harry was looking at a bullet through a microscope.
Early Joe: *Walks in* The ponies in the white coats want to see you.
Harry: I wonder why.
Early Joe: They want to show you something that could help us with that murder.
Harry: Of the pimp?
Early Joe: Yes.
Harry: Alright. Let's see what they got. *Walks to pimp car*
Early Joe: *Follows*
White casaco Pony: So, we measured the area of the blood on one of the car seats, and we determined that the killer had to be standing right seguinte to the car when he shot that pimp. One bullet would not be enough to make a pool of blood like that, so the killer shot him five times, with a magnum.
Early Joe: Maybe it was Harry. He has a magnum, and hates pimps mais than anypony.
Harry: *Glares at Early Joe* Enough with the jokes Joe.
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