“The light’s on,”
Observed the morbidly obese detective,
“But no one’s home.
Hhhh-uh…
Odd!”

His partner took a deep breath, lit a cigarette, and
Spat.
“For the last time, we know that no one’s home.”

“Come again?” questioned the detective,
More puzzled than ever.

“You ate him, you fat mother fucker.”

“Right!” chuckled the
gigantic detective,
wiping the blood
from his cheeks.