Maltese places a single finger into the bloody stew, the tip of his well learned palate told him it was indeed the local coroner.

"..he was boiled down and seasoned with tumeric and heavy lard. A hint of scotch bonnet pepper but from Trinidad, not the flavor you might find at a local market in say.. Spanish town."

Detective Gotham was crying, he had just received a text from his old lady and it said something about not loving him anymore.

"that's well and dandy Maltese, I appreciate your help. I'm so broken right now -

the fist that burst into the lower back of his head made a sound similar to Doof. The detective spit out his gum and also some of his teeth which landed on Maltese freshly pressed shit and he didn't like this so he punched the detective on the crotch so hard more teeth fell out.

the attacker was named Arc Mademan and he was a dick. he also robbed banks and he was a goon for hire, he gave no care of the law and feared no commandment. Smite was a threat for those who weren't his speed.

he wore obsidian dusters on his knuckles and had a spoon super glued to his left boot so that when he kicked someone in the ass it was bad.

Maltese smirked, "I knew you would be nearby Italian person, in fact I helped a long the events that led to your presence. let me guess.. you were contacted by a being called Twain? Twain?"

arc was nonplussed, "da, they paid me in vodka. rubles in my land is how you say, lack of luster. come, we have borsh and make friends."

Maltese had already fallen for this trick three times, there would not be a forth.

"I think I'd rather discuss this soupy ass body, and your wrist in cuffs. bitch."
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