She walked in out of the fog with one thing on her mind. She had to know.
The private dick put his feet up on the desk and laughed. He’d seen her type before.
“You may need to know, sweet cheeks, but when I’m through, you ain’t gonna wanna know.”
Random pseudo-noir writing by yours truly, “LEGO Noir” by Tyler (aka Legohaulic:
This is so severely cool. One of those few Lego creations I can show to even the most stoic nonLego friends of mine and have them crack a smile.
Wow. This is so great!
I really need to ask Legohaulic for an upclose pic of that telephone…