Don't you read the papers? Also I can't call you my partner, I already have one of those!

[Tiger states this as if it should be obvious. Which explains ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

The glow fades out.

There's a screeching whistle as constables run up. They pull up short when they see the street littered with thugs. Tiger waves to them cheerfully, producing the notebook again.]

Oh, sorry, this will just take a minute - Evening officers! If you could just sign this?