When the suspect lies but your orb already told you the truth
My guy. I literally read your mind at the door.
Nobody: / The victim's cat: / Dick Pickle with the orb:
So the butler did it. And he's allergic to shellfish. Noted.
Detective: We need forensics, witnesses, and a warrant.
Dick Pickle: I need 30 seconds and strong WiFi to the other side.
Solving crimes with psychic powers
The only footprint I need is the one in your thoughts.
When you solve the case before the opening credits
Yeah I already know who did it. Can we still get the dramatic reveal?
Police: How did you know the weapon was in the freezer?
Dick Pickle: The victim's last thought was literally "cold."
Normal detectives: boards, strings, evidence
Dick Pickle: one orb and a hunch
"I don't believe in psychics"
— Person who got their alibi read from 20 feet away by a pickle in a trench coat
When the perp lawyers up
That's cool. My orb doesn't need you to say anything.
Dick Pickle walking into the crime scene
Who's ready to have their secrets gently probed?
Detective: We've got no prints, no fibers, no witnesses.
Dick Pickle: We've got the guy's grocery list from last Tuesday. He's guilty.
Solving crimes with psychic powers
The only thing darker than this city is your thoughts, and I've seen both.
When you're a psychic detective but still wear a trench coat
Vibes are 100% accurate. Fashion is non-negotiable.
Suspect: You have no proof.
Dick Pickle: I have your inner monologue from 3 a.m. when you couldn't sleep. We good?
Dick Pickle at "Psychic Readings"
I don't do readings. I do case files.