Where I'm at the Detectives have a lock on running the candy/soda machines in the building. The profits go into a pool that they use to pay for their "uniforms" (suits) dry cleaning bills.
And the nearest dry cleaner is around the corner.
Sounds like he has nothing left but be a monkey's ASH. It's not like he's got a monkey's manhood left.
And thank YOU for being perfect, all the time, every time. Go forth and reproduce. We need more of you.