William: *in a sing-songy voice* To be, or not to be, that is the question. Whether it is nobler to suffer, or to find peace and pleasure in the pain-
Harry: *walking up silently behind William* What are you, a masochist?
*William screams*
Harry: Oh hush! Foul mouthed broccoli shaped bastard! Thou art worse than the Devil, killing my own mother!
William: Why would I kill your mother?
Harry: I don't know! I just know you did it!
William: Nay, I would never slay a woman!
Harry: Who says my mother was a woman?!
William: The fact you call her 'mother'!
Harry: True!
Narrator: What even is this conversation?
Narrator 2: I don't know.
William: So you, instead of investigating the crime, accuse me, your best friend, of murdering your you want to mother?! You stoop so low, and though I'd never expect it, here you are, limbo dancing with Satan! You want to explain yourself?
Harry: Fine! I'll admit it... One time I dressed as a woman to steal a mans money.
William: I know! It was my money! That's not what I meant! You absolute glove box!
Narrator: Can we end the scene now?
Narrator 2: No, it's important to the plot!
Narrator: How?!
William: Aside from your misadventures as Henrietta, what have you done to find the murderer? Have you asked Gwen? Any security tapes? An ouija board, even?
Harry: I- actually no, I didn't use an ouija board. Or check the tapes. I just know the dagger is yours, I recognise the dent you put in the handle when trying to kill a spider.
William: I couldn't find my blowtorch, the only reason it dented was because it hit concrete!
Harry: Maybe because you stole those cinder blocks and kept them on your oven? How did you even cook!
I can't cook! I use my microwave! Besides, that's not important. I was telling you earlier, some random lady broke in and stole my stuff.
Harry: Well, it wasn't you, it wasn't Gwen, and it wasn't I. Who does that leave?
William: Daniel? Timmy?
Harry: Right! Lets go, dingus, we have a murder to solve!
Narrator: As they leave, I can't help but be left with questions.
Narrator 2: Like?
Narrator: Do none of them own a mobile? Why aren't the police involved?
