Munch, just being himself. I don't own any of these characters either. pout I want to own John Munch. He's just a hottie.
"Don't you think the one bullet theory is a bit odd?" Detective John Munch asked as he leaned back in the chair.
He sat in Captain Donald Cregen's office that evening and had, once again, brought up that same old tangent.
"Explain to me what you think is odd about it." Cregen said around a mouthful of licorice.
"The fact that one bullet could kill Kennedy and hit guy sitting in front of him and leave no trace of itself at the scene. Yet it was found later in pristine condition on the President's gurney as though it had never been fired from a gun."
Cragen took a sip from his coffee cup to wash down the candy. "Okay. Try this conspiracy on for size. An alien called me yesterday and tried to tell me the three most important things in life."
"That wasn't an alien." John said with a grin. "That was me."
"Weirdo." His boss mumbled.
I told you these were quickies. And the idea for this one came from Richard Belzer's Another Lone Nut.