I haven't even seen the last one. I saw the one with the chicken...
BigBen931 sat alone in his spa. The victrola extolled the wonder that is Brahms. A requiem. How appropriate. His nemesis, Dr. Moriarty (BB931 couldn't afford an exclusive enemy, he had a time share) awaited the DEATH of the clocked somnambulist on the other side of the door. As BigBend931 made his toilet, the bad doctor sprang from behind the door and looped the world's second private sleuth in a necked wire embrace. They struggled like the U.S. legislature for an interminable amount of time, until......
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