Disclaimer: I don't own Detective Conan/Case Closed.
Author's note:Don't ask me, I have noooo idea.
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Oh, Shoot
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At the risk of sounding conceited, I rock. This, boys and girls, is my masterpiece, my tour de force, my ultimate creation.
I have created the perfect murder. The jerk deserved it. Now I won't have to worry about his blackmail anymore!
I'd snicker but the police might get suspicious. After they leave I'm going to do a victory dance all around the house. Then I'll happy dance down the street. I'll take myself out to a nice restaurant and order every dessert on the menu. Then I'll go to an ice cream shop and get a twenty scoop cone just like in those American comics. One of each flavor.
...Wow that kid's scary. I wish he'd stop staring at me.
Why are they letting a little kid run around a murder scene? I feel all guilty now, I hope he doesn't need counseling.
His eyes are...blue. Veeeeeeeeeeerrrry blue.
Those glasses are really dorky.
Uh-oh.
Uh-oh.
He's stopped staring at me. Now he's smirking. Why does that scare me?
Oh yeah, I know why that scares me.
The kid looks like Chucky!
...Okay, chickie, back away slowly. I wonder if he bites?
...Phew, the kid vanished. Looks like I'm off the proverbial hook!
Mouri just fainted.
Everyone always says he's a genius, but in all honesty? The man's an idiot. If that kid's "Hi I'm Chucky, wanna play?" then that guy's "Which is cheaper, six or half a dozen?" Psh. No threat there. May as well listen.
...ah, shoot.