The next day, Detective Oxi-Clean Guy was straight on the case.
I hopped in my Porsche 911 and drove away. I needed to search for suspects. My first suspicion was Peter Francis Geraci. Man, that guy could keep quiet. This one is gonna be tough to crack. So, I drove over to his house. It was a pretty nice house, too. I'd bet he had a whole stash of Oxi- Clean for any time he spilled his fancy wines.
I drove up his driveway and locked my car. Hey, with my car in his driveway, he looks even richer. I walked up to his house and rang the doorbell. (And I'm tellin' ya, he has the dullest sounding doorbell I've ever heard.)
He opened his front door and said, "Hello, my name is Peter Francis Geraci, if you have gotten in a car accident or are in need of help, you've come to the right place" I told him my name was Detective Oxi-Clean Guy, and that I came to ask some questions.
"Where were you yesterday at 10:00 PM?" I asked him. "Umm, let's see, at ten I was listening to my info tapes before I went to bed," he said. I was getting a little suspicious by the way he was hesitating, but I needed to ask more questions.
"Do you even know what happened yesterday?" I asked. "Of course. Ben Affleck called me and said he needed MY help because Jennifer Lopez trashed his car." he exclaimed, not excitedly. "No, there was a murder yesterday. Ever heard of the Dell pc guy?"
"No. I have never heard of him," he stated. "Well, I guess I'd better get going then. Thanks for the chapter 7 and 13 info tapes," I said, confused. "No problem." He led me to the door, and as I walked out, he said, "If you want, we could listen to my chapter 7 and 13 info tapes toge- ," and with that, I slammed the door and was on my way.
Before I went to my car, I walked over and found a garbage can to dump those stupid info tapes. I don't know what I would use them for,
*director's cut*(Does anyone even call that guy anyway? I mean, I know Ben Affleck called him, but that was probably the first call he had in years. What a loser. And you'd think he'd wanna spice up his commercials a little more. Ya know, be a little more enthusiastic, but he is, like, the most boring guy I've ever seen.)
I hopped in my car, and drove back to the station. I needed to get some clues. So I went to the crime scene. I drove to the address listed on my napkin and got out of my car. I made sure I locked it, because this was a bad neighborhood. I could tell by the way it smelled.
I walked inside and closed the door. Nothing seemed wrong upstairs, but if you walk down the basement, you can see where the Dell pc guy got stabbed. There was blood everywhere! I couldn't use my bottle of Oxi-Clean though, because it would be a waste. It was just a basement floor.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a big guy dressed in a bunny costume flew down at me! He tried to stab me with his knife, but I dodged it, and grabbed for my bottle of Oxi-Clean.
I dodged another hit, and sprayed it in his eyes. He immediately covered his eyes and fell to the floor. He looked up at me and his eyes were blood red. I took this time to run up the stairs and outside to my Porsche 911.
I hopped in my Porsche 911 and drove away. I needed to search for suspects. My first suspicion was Peter Francis Geraci. Man, that guy could keep quiet. This one is gonna be tough to crack. So, I drove over to his house. It was a pretty nice house, too. I'd bet he had a whole stash of Oxi- Clean for any time he spilled his fancy wines.
I drove up his driveway and locked my car. Hey, with my car in his driveway, he looks even richer. I walked up to his house and rang the doorbell. (And I'm tellin' ya, he has the dullest sounding doorbell I've ever heard.)
He opened his front door and said, "Hello, my name is Peter Francis Geraci, if you have gotten in a car accident or are in need of help, you've come to the right place" I told him my name was Detective Oxi-Clean Guy, and that I came to ask some questions.
"Where were you yesterday at 10:00 PM?" I asked him. "Umm, let's see, at ten I was listening to my info tapes before I went to bed," he said. I was getting a little suspicious by the way he was hesitating, but I needed to ask more questions.
"Do you even know what happened yesterday?" I asked. "Of course. Ben Affleck called me and said he needed MY help because Jennifer Lopez trashed his car." he exclaimed, not excitedly. "No, there was a murder yesterday. Ever heard of the Dell pc guy?"
"No. I have never heard of him," he stated. "Well, I guess I'd better get going then. Thanks for the chapter 7 and 13 info tapes," I said, confused. "No problem." He led me to the door, and as I walked out, he said, "If you want, we could listen to my chapter 7 and 13 info tapes toge- ," and with that, I slammed the door and was on my way.
Before I went to my car, I walked over and found a garbage can to dump those stupid info tapes. I don't know what I would use them for,
*director's cut*(Does anyone even call that guy anyway? I mean, I know Ben Affleck called him, but that was probably the first call he had in years. What a loser. And you'd think he'd wanna spice up his commercials a little more. Ya know, be a little more enthusiastic, but he is, like, the most boring guy I've ever seen.)
I hopped in my car, and drove back to the station. I needed to get some clues. So I went to the crime scene. I drove to the address listed on my napkin and got out of my car. I made sure I locked it, because this was a bad neighborhood. I could tell by the way it smelled.
I walked inside and closed the door. Nothing seemed wrong upstairs, but if you walk down the basement, you can see where the Dell pc guy got stabbed. There was blood everywhere! I couldn't use my bottle of Oxi-Clean though, because it would be a waste. It was just a basement floor.
All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a big guy dressed in a bunny costume flew down at me! He tried to stab me with his knife, but I dodged it, and grabbed for my bottle of Oxi-Clean.
I dodged another hit, and sprayed it in his eyes. He immediately covered his eyes and fell to the floor. He looked up at me and his eyes were blood red. I took this time to run up the stairs and outside to my Porsche 911.
