Well, I had just finished running some DNA when I walked in. I was walking down the hall, preoccupied with the question of how they got the talc inside the rubber gloves, when I slammed into somebody, ricocheted off a cop, and crashed into a wall. It was okay, because I just happened to have my pockets bulging with fresh rubber gloves, so I put a new pair on. What? Oh, no, I don't know who's been stealing gloves from the supply closet.

Anyway, they were both standing over the dead body, holding guns, hers was still smoking, but I figured the killer must have gotten away. Then it hit me, like, well, like a gunshot: am I wearing boxers or briefs?

She told me to help them make the scene look like an accident. He told me about their juggling idea. It was good, but how were we going to get the apple down his throat, and how were we going to make it look like juggling with only one apple?! Then she suggested that he could have been juggling knives and an apple, as she produced a machete from that big belt of hers, and he supplied his Swiss Army knife, extending the corkscrew. I said it was brilliant, and proceeded to cut up the apple with the corkscrew. Then he waked in, whistling Dixie, and trying to get peanut butter off the roof of his mouth.