“Partnered, with a clockwork copper!”
“Technically,” the bulbous bobby said, “I’m made of brass.”
Detective Diggs kicked the automaton’s rear with a clang. “You’re a brass ass!”
Watchson’s gilded mustache spun like a propeller. “That’s accurate.”
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