So, I wish that I could be some kind of detective so that someday I could break a case wide open at a dinner party and eventually shout, "The proof is in the pudding!" while I point at the pudding. And it turns out there is a bloody knife or something in the pudding which leads to one of the guests doing a spit take because they just ate a spoonful of the pudding. That last bit can only happen if it is a humorous detective show.
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