"My cigarette smoke mixed with the smoke of my .38. If business was as good as my aim, I'd be on Easy Street. Instead, I've got an office on 49th street and a nasty relationship with a string of collection agents.
Yeah, that's me, Nerd Noire. I've got eight slugs in me. One's lead, and the rest are bourbon. The drink packs a wallop, and I pack a revolver. I'm a private eye for all your nerdy needs.
Suddenly my door swung open, and in walked trouble. Blonde, as usual. She was a pushy dame but beautiful.. . . .. aren't they always. Wanted me to get a tumblr and investigate the nerdy happenings of it. I took another shot and studied the dame. She seemed desperate but then again so was I. Obviously I took the case. . . . ."