Potato Murder Mystery

Detective

Here we are, all in one cell. I never thought I would go to jail for driving a car, I thought it would be for running over my grandma last week. Lucille looked at me, "This is all your fault Chevy. If you had just drove on the actual road and not the sidewalk, we wouldn't even be here right now." I snapped, "Well maybe, if you hadn't been a condescending jerk, I might have actually driven correctly." They continued bickering. On the other side of the cell, Elizabeth started too argue with Llama. "This wouldn't have happened if River was hanging out with me and not you three bad influences." Llama responded, "Well, maybe if you hadn't tried to steal River from his friends, he wouldn't be trying to escape you to go to some new kid's house." Elizabeth screamed, "YOU WANNA GO?! YOU WANNA GO?!" Then Detective Mustarde walked up. "ENOUGH," she shouted, "Y'ALL ARE DOING WAY TOO MUCH!" We got quiet. "Now I would like to take Chevy for questioning." She opened the cell and I walked out. I looked at Lucille, "Oh look, another black person in jail." Lucille jumped right through the cell door as it was closing and slapped me so hard that she broke all 23 bones in her hand. She screamed on the floor. Detective Mustarde proclaimed, "I'm done." She then walked away. A police officer as thin as a toothpick came up and announced, "River? You and your friends have been bailed out by River's grandmother." River responded, "I don't have a grandmother, Grandma Dottie died a couple of years ago, and Grandma Tina died in a car accident before I was born." "Well your Grandma Mahsurg is here for you. I might as well take that free ride out of here if I was you." We all bolted out of that police station.