Look you.
There’s an innovative new program on your television.
Donuts break the law. Donuts enforce the law.
People are the snack.
Our lead hero detective donut is a driven loner of a cruller.
The bellowing authoritarian chief donut is adorned with excessive sprinkles and thickly slathered-on frosting befitting their seniority and rank.
A super chill glazed donut is the cruller’s assigned partner.
Verbally skilled donuts with unusually high psychopathy ratings serve as lawyers for both the prosecution and the defense.
Pompous donuts clad in fancy robes serve as judges.
Donut holes get called up for jury duty.
Fearsome bear claws portray the gangsters who rule the underworld with violence and paranoia.
Powdered donuts play the role of both drug dealers and drug addicts.
Cream filled donuts are the sex workers, of course.
Strawberry jelly filled donuts are bloodthirsty serial killers.
Donuts filled with cash are scummy bribe-taking politicians.
Plain donuts are party-pooping Internal Affairs agents.
And those dear, dear humans are sold in boxes by the dozen. They scream for their mothers and their God as they are gobbled raw by the donuts who rule over them.
Overall, it’s a formulaic but modestly entertaining program.
Comfort food, if you like.
