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*Columbo examines a door frame while deep in thought and spills cigar ashes on the carpet*
>Excuse me, what on earth are you doing?
>>Oh, pardon me, sir. Just looking around the scene.
>Who the hell are you?
>>Uh, Lieutenant Columbo, sir. I'm a detective. Now uh, where did I place my badge...ah, here we are.
>I see...
>>Mr. Brown, I couldn't help but notice that the room where the victim suffocated to death had wooden doors, doesn't that seem a bit odd to you?
>I don't follow, Lieutenant, and quite frankly I have a great deal of work to do on my taxes, and I would rather not have people wandering around my house in the meantime.
>>Oh, I understand that, sir. My wife is all about getting our taxes done early, it's a mess around the house. Me? I can't seem to follow any of that gibberish.
>Yes, Lieutenant, I wish you luck with all of that.
>>And you too, sir.
*Columbo pretends to leave before turning around, much to the dismay of the house owner*
>>Just one more thing, I'm terribly sorry about all the mess that I've made here, it seems that I spilled ash all over your candle holder here. Now, let me write you a check to pay for cleaning that.
>That won't be necessary.
>>Oh, I couldn't just leave this mess here, I'd feel awful about it. Besides, the chief has instructed me to make sure that the department pays for any damages involved with us investigating things.
>Well, if you insist, Lieutenant.
>>Who shall I make the check out to?
>Jonathan Brown Katz.
>>Oh, and here I was thinking your last name was Brown. I apologize, Mr. Katz. What kind of name is that anyway? Swedish?
>It's Hebrew, Lieutenant.
*Avante-Garde ominous 70s music plays*
>>Now isn't that interesting.