You eat those sweet treats happily. You flip through some channels and - HEY! Now that looks entertaining: A dog show.
You watch with excitement as the dogs start to appear on TV, as you "investigate" more of those treats. A nice German shepherd appears on the screen.
Damn! He sure looks fine! You watch the owners parade him around, showing off his thick fur coat. You look at one of the treats in the box and imagine
what it would be like to have a fur coat like that dogs' and to have a leash around your neck. "Man I am weird," you think to yourself as you plop another
treat into your mouth. For some reason, after watching the show you're watching purely for entertainment and not because you've awkwardly started to
think of the show dogs in a sexual way, the volume seems to have increased, substantially. You turn the volume down thinking nothing of it, not noticing
the obvious dog perching atop your head.
You eventually fall asleep on the couch. By the time you wake up the TV is still on, but now on a different show, and the box of treats, now nearly half empty,
has fallen to the floor. "Ohmigod what time is it?!" you wonder. You've got to get back on the case; question a witness; tell the boss you're amazing; go to a
dance club; just do something! You, of course, know that criminals don't take vacations, so how could you?