Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 136
…Cupcake my ass, you—you Mr. Big Stuff…
“Pentateuch is mad as hell and he is back on the move. As far as I know, he cannot directly harm anyone who is not under his control; he has to use surrogates to do that dirty work.”
“Where does that leave you, didn’t you work for him?”
“Not in the strictest sense, Mr. Ace. I have had special mind-control-defeating-training, should I be captured during an operation and all, so I am immune from his personal attacks. So for immediate purposes, it’s the Chicago Police Department I need to get around.”
“Good ol’ Connie here knows how to deal with cops, don’t you cupcake?” he slaps her on the backside.
“Cupcake my ass! You can make fun of me, you—you Mr. Big Stuff, but I may have the best plan EVER in mind.”
“If it involves me, you do know about that flack shrapnel I have in my gluteus maximus?”
“I think I know, but for the sport of it, what does he want?” asks the single most informed human being in present company.
“I’ve heard you refer to it as the Great Deception.”
“All we have to do is have Martin sign off on a paper that concludes that all of Libby’s findings were skewed, he poo-poos it, thereby preserving his precious evolution ruse.”
It gets the Agent Daniels stamp of approval, “After all, what’s the big deal? They think Willard his dead, right? And Old Martin here, didn’t have the courage to see it through.”