“Carrot?” “Yes, captain?” “Do you think there’s such a thing as a criminal mind?” Carrot almost audibly tried to work this out. “What…you mean like…Mr. Cut-Me-Own-Throat Dibbler, sir?” “He’s not a criminal.” “You have eaten one of his pies, sir?” “I mean…yes…but…he’s just geographically divergent in the financial hemisphere.”
