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Robbery

Hey, catch that jerk! He just swiped my hard-earned dough! And watch out, he’s packin’ a shiv!” bellowed Luigi, from the brightly lit bodega on the corner.

The crook bolted down the sidewalk, desperately trying to evade capture. But he couldn’t escape the watchful eyes of a shadowy figure leaning against a lamppost. In one swift motion, a burly forearm materialized from the darkness and clotheslined the thief’s windpipe, sending him crashing to the ground like a sack of flour.

Private Eye Eugene Leftkowicz, a man of few words but swift actions, slapped the cold steel of handcuffs onto the unconscious criminal and firmly escorted him back to the scene of his crime. “Make the call to the bulls, Luigi. They better have a cozy cell waiting for this sorry excuse of a human being.”

“Thank you, thank you!” exclaimed Luigi, his voice laced with gratitude and relief. “He cleaned out my cash register, Eugene. You’re a godsend, ya know? Times are tough, and I can’t afford to take a hit like that.”

“Just doing what I do best, Luigi. Just doing what I do best,” Eugene responded coolly, his eyes scanning the room. “I’ll be expecting a fresh donut and a piping hot cup of joe tomorrow morning’. Don’t let me down.”

“You got it, Mr. Leftkowicz,” Luigi assured him, a newfound respect in his voice.

With the sound of sirens growing louder in the distance, Eugene patiently waited for the arrival of the boys in blue. He provided his statement, every word calculated and precise, before gliding out of the bodega with a purposeful stride. The weight of satisfaction settled upon his broad shoulders as he made his way back home, knowing he had utilized his skills to prevent a major blow to his pal Luigi’s livelihood. Justice had been served, at least for tonight.