I didn't bring you a puppy because you just don't seem to be a puppy person. You strike me as a scotch, filterless cigarettes, and fast dames kind of person. The kind of a person who plays by their own rules and knows how to do their talking with their fists if you have to. Sure, you come off as hard-boiled and cold blooded, but deep down, you've got a heart of gold and you long for the gentle caress of the one who loves you, but when it comes to love, you've been run over by that freight train before. You tell yourself that you will never go down that road of pain again and you are one floozy away from a bad case of the clap, but you are still looking for that one broad that you would care so much about that you would use her underwear to make soup.
You are the tough talking gumshoe who doesn't need a puppy. You just need a shot of rye and another clip for your .45 automatic.
What I brought you is in the hanky...
No need to thank me,