Boy, that dog needs a haircut (my first post of original humor!)

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Frederick Fong was the last great detective. In the year 2556, bored with the state of crime -- Fong decided to go far into the future, and put himself into cold sleep.

To his dismay, however, he found himself subject to the demands of various law enforcement officials over the centuries, who would wake him from cold sleep and put their problems to him. Fong found this deeply annoying, especially since the cases were seldom any challenge. The art of crime, particularly murder, had been largely lost, as humanity aged.

In 3122, however, Lieutenant Alex Knight needed Fong's services to solve a case. It all depended on whether the murder victim's wound was caused by a dirk or a dagger. With that information, Knight could convict one suspect or the other. The 32nd century had no qualified forensic scientists, however. So Knight brought the body to the cold sleep facility, in order to minimize Fong's inconvenience. The Fong temper had become famous over the years.

Knight pushed the button that opened Fong's storage chamber, and in a few minutes, Fong was awake and angry. "What year is it?" When Knight told him, Fong' shouted "I don't want to wake up until the year 10,000! Stop bothering me! Or tell me what I have to do, to get you to leave me alone!!!"

Knight quickly explained the situation, and walked Fong over to the body, where Fong spent one minute examining the wound with the provided instruments.

Abruptly, Fong turned from the examining table, walked back to his storage chamber, and climbed in -- wearing a self-satisfied grin.

"Well?" Knight asked?

"It was a dirk, and store me, Knight."