Detective Snake
Snake walked into the large room with a Sherlock Holmes type hat on his head and a large pipe sticking out of his mouth. Otacon rose from a chair and quickly walked over to him.
"Snake, why're you dressed like that?"
"Well, you did say you wanted a detective, so here I am."
"Do you even know what a detective does?"
"He detects. Even I know that."
"Ok, close enough. As you know, my rich uncle was staying the night. But, today I found him stabbed in the eye with a toothpick!"
"I see. Was this particular toothpick flavoured?"
"No."
"Interesting. So, what did your uncle do?"
"He was a rich gold miner."
"I see. So he mined gold?"
"Yes."
"Did he also mine for gold?"
"I just said yes."
"Alright...did he happen to mine gold by any chance?"
"...Let's move on. There were three suspects in the house. My butler, Mutley. My maid, Mutlina, and my cook, Mutonli. Oh, and I was here too."
"I see. And what is your name?"
"It's me Snake."
"...Oh right..."
"It's Otacon Snake...Otacon."
"Alright Otacon, if that's your real name. Where's this corpse."
"You're standing on it."
"Oh I see. Ugh....blood."
"That's ketchup."
"Ugh....ketchup."
"Yeah, ok...I see you brought a magnifying glass. I didn't know they still made them."
"I made it myself out of toilet paper rolls and a window."
"Can you just investigate already."
"Ok...let's see. Bloody corpse, bloody toothpick, bloody blood. I'd say this is a murder."
"I know that, but who did it?"
"The toothpick."
"But who was holding the toothpick."
"You're right, someone had to be holding the toothpick!"
"Well...you're making some progress."
"Ok, where were you yesterday evening."
"I was watching tv for 72 hours straight, so I decided to go for some ketchup juice. Oh, and I wanted a toothpick."
"I see. You have an alibi, so it couldn't be you. What about the cook?"
"He was baking a ketcup and toothpick pie."
"The maid?"
"Cleaning up spilt ketchup with a toothpick."
"The butler?"
"He was cleaning the pool outside...with ketchup and toothpicks."
"Hmmm...this seems trickier than I thought. Are you sure there wasn't anyone in the house, like a man that looked bad?"
"No. Wait, that psycho hitchiker I picked up came here with a chainsaw. We played some cards but then he left. That's all."
"I see. Was this hitchiker talking about killing anyone?"
"Yes. He wanted to kill someone named George."
"Is that your uncle's name?"
"No."
"Ok, the hitchiker just killed someone else, not your uncle."
"Snake, could you hurry up. I have a Tang commercial to shoot in a few minutes."
"Alright, I need to think....Hmmm...let's see. If I was a psycho with a toothpick and a love of ketchup, what would I do...of course. The cook was backing the pie when he found that your uncle had taken the lemons. In a fit of anger, he stabbed your uncle in the eye with the toothpick getting ketchup on your uncle's suit."
"Wow Snake, you did it."
Otacon's uncle stands up from the floor.
"Hi Otacon, Hi Sherlock."
"Uncle, your alive!"
"Yeah. That's the last time I try to scratch my eye with a toothpick. Or try to drink a whole bottle of ketchup."
"See Otacon, I told you I'd solve the case."
"Snake, get out of my house."
"Ok..."
Otacon's Uncle's eye was replaced with a robotic one which could shoot lasers. Otacon made his Tang Commercial and was paid $52. Snake accidently set his Sherlock Holme's hat on fire with the pipe, he borrowed the $52 off of Otacon to repair it.
Case Closed.
Snake walked into the large room with a Sherlock Holmes type hat on his head and a large pipe sticking out of his mouth. Otacon rose from a chair and quickly walked over to him.
"Snake, why're you dressed like that?"
"Well, you did say you wanted a detective, so here I am."
"Do you even know what a detective does?"
"He detects. Even I know that."
"Ok, close enough. As you know, my rich uncle was staying the night. But, today I found him stabbed in the eye with a toothpick!"
"I see. Was this particular toothpick flavoured?"
"No."
"Interesting. So, what did your uncle do?"
"He was a rich gold miner."
"I see. So he mined gold?"
"Yes."
"Did he also mine for gold?"
"I just said yes."
"Alright...did he happen to mine gold by any chance?"
"...Let's move on. There were three suspects in the house. My butler, Mutley. My maid, Mutlina, and my cook, Mutonli. Oh, and I was here too."
"I see. And what is your name?"
"It's me Snake."
"...Oh right..."
"It's Otacon Snake...Otacon."
"Alright Otacon, if that's your real name. Where's this corpse."
"You're standing on it."
"Oh I see. Ugh....blood."
"That's ketchup."
"Ugh....ketchup."
"Yeah, ok...I see you brought a magnifying glass. I didn't know they still made them."
"I made it myself out of toilet paper rolls and a window."
"Can you just investigate already."
"Ok...let's see. Bloody corpse, bloody toothpick, bloody blood. I'd say this is a murder."
"I know that, but who did it?"
"The toothpick."
"But who was holding the toothpick."
"You're right, someone had to be holding the toothpick!"
"Well...you're making some progress."
"Ok, where were you yesterday evening."
"I was watching tv for 72 hours straight, so I decided to go for some ketchup juice. Oh, and I wanted a toothpick."
"I see. You have an alibi, so it couldn't be you. What about the cook?"
"He was baking a ketcup and toothpick pie."
"The maid?"
"Cleaning up spilt ketchup with a toothpick."
"The butler?"
"He was cleaning the pool outside...with ketchup and toothpicks."
"Hmmm...this seems trickier than I thought. Are you sure there wasn't anyone in the house, like a man that looked bad?"
"No. Wait, that psycho hitchiker I picked up came here with a chainsaw. We played some cards but then he left. That's all."
"I see. Was this hitchiker talking about killing anyone?"
"Yes. He wanted to kill someone named George."
"Is that your uncle's name?"
"No."
"Ok, the hitchiker just killed someone else, not your uncle."
"Snake, could you hurry up. I have a Tang commercial to shoot in a few minutes."
"Alright, I need to think....Hmmm...let's see. If I was a psycho with a toothpick and a love of ketchup, what would I do...of course. The cook was backing the pie when he found that your uncle had taken the lemons. In a fit of anger, he stabbed your uncle in the eye with the toothpick getting ketchup on your uncle's suit."
"Wow Snake, you did it."
Otacon's uncle stands up from the floor.
"Hi Otacon, Hi Sherlock."
"Uncle, your alive!"
"Yeah. That's the last time I try to scratch my eye with a toothpick. Or try to drink a whole bottle of ketchup."
"See Otacon, I told you I'd solve the case."
"Snake, get out of my house."
"Ok..."
Otacon's Uncle's eye was replaced with a robotic one which could shoot lasers. Otacon made his Tang Commercial and was paid $52. Snake accidently set his Sherlock Holme's hat on fire with the pipe, he borrowed the $52 off of Otacon to repair it.
Case Closed.