Narrator: Aside from this entire plot revolving around the murder of Harry's family, it's going pretty well. You can tell because of how organised the two are!
*Harry walks in with dishevelled hair, one shoe on his hand and ripped trousers.*
Narrator: I spoke too soon.
Harry: I need to think logically, this is driving me crazy! Of course you're crazy, Harry, you're talking to yourself! *Harry is pacing and making a variety of gesticulations* Shut up. Shush. It's not Gwen, because no matter how much she hated mother, she wouldn't possibly kill anything! Except wasps, those yellow and black scoundrels! Father wouldn't, he loved her far too much. I trust William, with a lot more than my life.
*Harry goes to scratch his head, and instead hits himself with the shoe on his hand, then casts it off stage and runs after it a moment later.*
*William enters from the opposite side of the stage*
William: Harry? I think I found more evidence, where did you go? *William walks off stage, Harry enters from the opposite side*
Harry: Weird, I swear I heard someone.
William: *off stage* You heard me!
Harry: God?!
William: No, it's Satan. You wet strip of wallpaper, what is wrong with you? You don't even believe in God.
Narrator: This scene is ending, I simply cannot with these people.
