DISCLAIMER: Leon and Count D. are property of their rightful owners. But I
think D's loyalties could be changed with some sugar. ^_^
"Hmm? Oh! Hello, detective!"
"Don't even TRY to weasel out of this one, D! You're coming with me!"
"Hmm? Why would I go somewhere with you? It's business hours, I have a shop to run-"
"-One of your items just killed a family, scum!"
"Oh dear, not the Fusts, I hope."
"It Iwas/I the Fusts, how accurately you guess."
"I can't imagine how this could've happened."
"Gee, I wonder. The pack of wolverines you sold them tore them to bits! That in itself is a crime, wolverines are wild animals, to sell them as pets is illegal!"
"But I didn't sell them wolverines. I sold them Poodle puppies."
"LIKE HELL! They were definitely wolverines!"
"No I sold them Poodle puppies. They must have breached their contract to have wolverines."
"Look, I don't care if they started out Poodle puppies or not-they're now wolverines and you have to answer to the law for their distribution!"
"Detective, I assure you, I certainly didn't intentionally sell them such vicious creatures."
"Too bad for you, then, 'cause I'm taking you to the station for more intense questioning!"
"Oh my."
"Now come on-"
'Hang on a moment, detective! I have a fresh pot of tea resting on the table over there! Could I please at least have one cup while it's still warm before you bring me with you?"
"No, why would I give you-"
"PLEASE, detective, I would drink it fast."
". . .fine, but you better chug it."
"I shall try."
"I'm watching you though. Don't even THINK to try and run."
"Of course not, what have I to run from? I am innocent. Here you go."
"Huh? I didn't ask you for any tea."
"I'm being polite, detective."
"Well, I guess since you poured it for me I shouldn't let it go to waste. . ."
"I knew you'd take it."
"Hmm? Did I catch a hint of evil in your tone of voice, D?"
"Evil? I don't think so."
"Oh well, whatever. . .hey, this tea tastes kinda funny!"
"What do you mean, detective? It seems fine to me."
"Really? To me it tastes like. . .almonds."
"Hmm. . .I don't know, detective. Your tastes must be incorrect."
"I guess. I must be getting a cold."
"Well, then maybe you should have another glass. Tea is good for your health."
"No, it's alright."
"You're right. One glass is more than enough."
"Huh?"
"What, detective? I haven't said anything."
-THE END-
"Hmm? Oh! Hello, detective!"
"Don't even TRY to weasel out of this one, D! You're coming with me!"
"Hmm? Why would I go somewhere with you? It's business hours, I have a shop to run-"
"-One of your items just killed a family, scum!"
"Oh dear, not the Fusts, I hope."
"It Iwas/I the Fusts, how accurately you guess."
"I can't imagine how this could've happened."
"Gee, I wonder. The pack of wolverines you sold them tore them to bits! That in itself is a crime, wolverines are wild animals, to sell them as pets is illegal!"
"But I didn't sell them wolverines. I sold them Poodle puppies."
"LIKE HELL! They were definitely wolverines!"
"No I sold them Poodle puppies. They must have breached their contract to have wolverines."
"Look, I don't care if they started out Poodle puppies or not-they're now wolverines and you have to answer to the law for their distribution!"
"Detective, I assure you, I certainly didn't intentionally sell them such vicious creatures."
"Too bad for you, then, 'cause I'm taking you to the station for more intense questioning!"
"Oh my."
"Now come on-"
'Hang on a moment, detective! I have a fresh pot of tea resting on the table over there! Could I please at least have one cup while it's still warm before you bring me with you?"
"No, why would I give you-"
"PLEASE, detective, I would drink it fast."
". . .fine, but you better chug it."
"I shall try."
"I'm watching you though. Don't even THINK to try and run."
"Of course not, what have I to run from? I am innocent. Here you go."
"Huh? I didn't ask you for any tea."
"I'm being polite, detective."
"Well, I guess since you poured it for me I shouldn't let it go to waste. . ."
"I knew you'd take it."
"Hmm? Did I catch a hint of evil in your tone of voice, D?"
"Evil? I don't think so."
"Oh well, whatever. . .hey, this tea tastes kinda funny!"
"What do you mean, detective? It seems fine to me."
"Really? To me it tastes like. . .almonds."
"Hmm. . .I don't know, detective. Your tastes must be incorrect."
"I guess. I must be getting a cold."
"Well, then maybe you should have another glass. Tea is good for your health."
"No, it's alright."
"You're right. One glass is more than enough."
"Huh?"
"What, detective? I haven't said anything."
-THE END-
