Marrow

Angela

Angela looked around realizing that her hands were cuffed. A man in a black suit enters and Angela immediately asks, "where is my brother?"
"Mr. Marrow? He is in another interrogation room. "
"So now ducks shoot rifles. "
"Excuse me?"
"You are excused." Angela wore a grim smile and looked towards the black mirror.
The man stared at her and headed straight to the point of their conversation.
"Please state your name and occupation."
"Angela Marrow; FBI Agent."
"Where were you in the time of the murder and taxi cab incident?"
"Sleeping. In 5 Crave Avenue Room..."
"Which room?"
"Room 7."
"I'm sorry Mrs. Marrow but room 7 doesn't exist, it was burned 3 years ago."
"Really?" Angela answers with a sarcastic look.
"Yes, really. I want to know exactly what happened the day of October third at the twenty-second hour. "
" I was sleeping."
"Where?"
" Room 7."
"Room 7 doesn't exist! " He screamed at the top of his lungs, looking away as to regain his posture.
"What and where were you at the hours of 20- 7 am this morning?"
"Sarcastically speaking, I recall going to the bathroom, going to bed, and sleeping. I woke up in a police car and a man in-front of me wants to know the specific details of how I went to the bathroom or if the color of my pee had changed. "
" What were you wearing, miss? "
" Pink undies, wanna see? "
"Oh no! Please don't undress miss, it's a police station!"
" Then don't ask me to tell you how I went to the bathroom! "
"Going back to the point, do you recall noticing any important information regarding the investigation? "
"I hugged my special teddy bear. "
"Miss. Marrow, this is a serious time! I want to know what happened at the murder scene not at your room!"
"Does telling you how the woman died count? "
"Yes, that would be very helpful."
He clearly started to calm down but wasn't prepared for the upcoming frustration.
"She clearly.. " Their was a slight pause, rising suspense.
"She what? What is it woman, what?!"
"She clearly, went to the bathroom. " Angela smiled seeing that the man had lost all patience.
" I mean really, i'm serious. If she hadn't gone to the bathroom their would clearly be pee next to the puddle of blood. You see sir, i'm pretty smart; I pay attention to trifles: little details."
The man looked at her, irked to slap her face but held back and stomped out of the the room as if he were a five year old child after a dichotomy.

After a couple of minutes, another man entered the room with boredom sewed to his face. He cleared his husky throat and began the questioning.
"State your full name."
"First name butt, last name hole."
"Miss butthole? Is that correct? "
Angela giggled at her joke when the man realized what he said.
"Very funny, get to the point. " He spoke, annoyed.
Trying to stop laughing Angela responded. "Okay, okay. First name Pa, last name prika."
The man forgot about the joke and confirmed, "Miss, Paprika?"
Angela bursts with laughter for the second time.
"So, you're saying your brother is called what? "
"First name Ass, last name butt."
"His full name is Assbutt?"
This time Angela held her breath, nodding. The man looked away for a second, looks back at her and continues.
" I was informed you were with your brother at the moment of the murder and taxi incident, is that correct? "
Angela nodded, planning another joke.
"What were you two doing?"
"We ate dinner. "
"What was your dinner?"
"We drank your and ate ass."
"So you had your ass for dinner?"
"No, we ate yours." She replied, smiling.