Hey guys! Sorry this upload took forever (exams + bronchitis = slow writing). But don't worry! I don't have school until January 4, and I'm pretty sure my bronchitis is gone (Because ain't nobody got time for that!). I'm hoping that I'll have another chapter uploaded for you guys before my break is over.

Merry Christmas (or whatever holiday you celebrate) and enjoy!

Morning has never felt so depressing until now. Heck! If I didn't remind Inspector about [AN-GEL], he probably would have stayed in bed all day. He seemed to be a bit better after that; he dressed himself as usual and even surprised [AN-GEL] and Dog(?) with waffles. Of course, he had to tell them what happened last night when [AN-GEL] was suspicious as to why he wasn't at work.

I don't think anyone at the table even ate half of their plate.

Inspector got depressed again after breakfast, and both Dog(?) and [AN-GEL] are silently comforting him as of now.

"My career is over. Now that my skills can't be used to fight crime, they won't be good for anything!"

He's right you know. Through all my time with him, all Inspector has done is stop [M~A~D] and their terrorist schemes. He was trained for dangerous situations. How is that going to be useful in the normal world?!

Oh wow. I just realized how weird that sounded.

[AN-GEL] tells Inspector not to worry, and that there are other jobs that he'll be good at. She then tells Dog(?) to fetch the "help wanted" ads. Dog(?) obeys like the good…thing he is, and returns with the newspaper, dropping it on the table. Inspector straightens it out from its rolled-up state, and quickly scans the section of the newspaper.

While you're looking, try to find something that requires neck-snapping. You need let out your frustrations somehow.

I sense Inspector in a happier mood. He proceeds to tear off the "help wanted" ads from the newspaper.

"Well, as I always say, if the going gets rough, the tough get goIIINNNGGG!"

Wait! What happened?!

Why are you lying in the floor?!

You know what? I'm not even going to question it. At this point, I'm giving up on understanding Inspector's quirks.

Inspector shrugs, stuffs the ads in his pocket, and jumps to his feet, still in a chipper mood.

"Somebody's got to pay the rent around here. It might as well be me."

But you've always been the one who pays the rent! I distinctly remember you doing it over a thousand times!

Man, those are hours of my life I'll never get back.

Inspector walks to the-

Um, Inspector?

Inspector? That's not the-

Inspector!

Inspector…walks into the closet.

I'm pretty sure I would be grumbling right now if I was able to.

Dog(?) opens the door just as Inspector realizes his mistake.

"Heh heh heh heh, a-hm."

Inspector walks out of the closet and-

…

WHAT THE [^ !#!] ARE YOU DOING?!

Pardon my language, but seriously! You are leaving your house, not approaching a secret entrance!

Finally, Inspector approaches the back door and sneaks out at lightening speeds.

Either he's acting weirder than usual, or this replacement business has gotten to him more than I thought.

I sure hope it's the former.

…

Is this what normal people do? They work at shoe stores and help people find shoe sizes?

I don't see any opportunity for neck-snapping here.

"I assure you madam, this shoe is too small for you!"

Oh! I should probably explain what's going on. Inspector works at a shoe store now. He's helping a woman find a new pair of shoes. And good grief she has big feet! I swear she could crush a rat like a bug with those things! She doesn't sound happy though. She must be insisting that the shoe fits.

Lady. Being self-confident about your size is one thing; denial is another.

I'm not blaming Inspector one bit for becoming annoyed. I, myself, am not a huge fan of people, minus a few choice persons of course. The Inspector scratches his chin, trying to find a way around the situation.

"Then this calls for extreme measures."

'Extreme measures'? What 'extreme measures'? This is a shoe store, not a top secret mission! Although I guess my shoe horn might help a little bit.

"Allow me."

Inspector holds her foot while I try to jam it in the shoe with my shoe horn. It's…not working. And Inspector is not picking up a single hint no matter how loud this lady screams.

You have no idea how badly I want to rub my temples if I had any right now.

"A perfect size four. Not bad for my first customer."

Huh?

…

I don't believe it. We actually got it to fit!

Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought it would be.

Oh look. It's that guy who gave us the job. I believe his name was {B-O-S-S}. Not too bad of a higher-up, but he's no Chief Q.

…Aaaaand he doesn't look the bit happy.

Oh no.

H-Hey! What are you doing?! Put Inspector down!

"AAAAAAHHHHH!"

Inspector is now flying out the shoe store and onto the street. He seems a bit disoriented from the impact, but no major injuries.

What was that for?! We didn't do anything wrong! We got the shoe to fit, didn't we?! Why I ought to–

Hm? Did {B-O-S-S} say something?

…

Washing dishes?

"That's not a bad idea."

Maybe. But first things first, you might want to get off the road. I don't want you to be run over by a truck.

Oh, hi Dog(?). He's wearing a lot of green, so I assume he's keeping an eye on Inspector. Dog(?) helps him up onto his feet, and dusts his shoulders.

"Thank you sir. At least some people have manners."

See? This is why I like Dog(?). No matter what he goes through, he's always there to help Inspector.

Speaking of Inspector, he pulls out the "help wanted" add from the paper, and begins to scan for any dish washing jobs. His eyes rest at one of the adds, and he reads out loud to himself.

"Hmmm…waiter wanted…"

I guess that's a winner.

I circle the add with a red pen in my right hand, and Inspector walks to his next job.

Don't worry, Inspector. That last job wasn't all that great anyways.

…

You know, unless Inspector gets a job as a gangster, I don't think he'll be snapping necks anytime soon.

Anyways, Inspector is washing dishes at a fancy restaurant. And boy did they need him! There are piles of dishes that are going through the roof! And may I add that they look pretty nasty as well. What do they serve people here? Garbage?

I guess it's a good thing then that loves to make things clean and spotless. He's inspecting one of the dishes as I speak. I'll help him a bit by lending him by magnifying glass.

"A job worth doing is worth doing well, that's what I always say."

Words to live by, Inspector. Words to live by.

Seems the plate passed the inspection. I use my left hand to place it on top of a tall pile of clean dishes. I'm quite surprised that it hasn't fallen over yet.

To be honest, this is kind of relaxing. No running around, no worrying about keeping Inspector in one piece, and no more [M~A~D] agents. I can recall a few pleasant memories of when Inspector had previously washed dishes. I think we finally found the perfect job!

Then again, there are those piles of dirty dishes that never seem to go away. At least at home, there aren't hundreds of people eating Inspector's cooking.

"Uh-oh."

Don't tell me you just said 'uh-oh'. Nothing good ever comes out of an 'uh-oh'. What is it that is making you say 'uh-oh'?!

…Uh-oh.

Remember that pile of dishes that I talked about earlier?

Well, they're falling over.

"WoooOOOAAAaaahhh!"

TAKE COVER!

…

Here. Let me take this plate off you. And this plate…and this plate…and this plate…GOOD GREIF! HOW MANY PLATES ARE THERE?!

…

…we're so fired.

And there he is, {B-O-S-S 2.0}. He looks even madder than {B-O-S-S}! Inspector doesn't seem to notice however, as he just found an in-tact teacup and placed it on top of an in-tact plate.

"These dishes are spotless."

Nice try, buddy. We're still fired.

{B-O-S-S 2.0} grabs Inspector by the collar of his trench coat, carries him across the dining area, and throws him out onto the street. Inspector doesn't seem to be dazed like last time though. In fact, he's rather annoyed and…angry.

If there is one thing you need to know about Inspector, is that he's never angry. If you ever see him angry, then you know something's wrong.

Fortunately, it doesn't dwell for long. Inspector dusts himself off once again, and returns to the "help wanted" section.

"Well, the restaurant business is not exactly what I had in mind."

Might as well cross that job off.

Don't give up hope, Inspector! The next job will be a keeper! I'm sure of it!

…

Aaaahhhh, the city. If I could, I would smell that fresh body odor.

Inspector has just been hired as a window washer for a pretty fancy apartment building. {B-O-S-S 3.0} doesn't look all that friendly, but I'm not worried. If he ever tries to mess with Inspector, then he'll have to deal with me.

I just hope we don't get fired again.