"Blue moon, you saw me standing alone, without a dream in my heart, without a love of my own..."
" I told you fool you better knock that off before I leave you standing by the side of the road," growled BA unceremoniously cutting Murdock's serenade short.
" And I keep tellin' you, music is poetry for the soul. Ever since I was a young boy in Mississippi, growing up by the river, listening to the Gospel music in church I could feel it speak to me, resounding with my heart, telling me I should sing, sing and spread the joy!" Murdock informed him dramatically.
" Those doctors need to leave your soul alone and do more tests on your head; make sure you stop with all that dumb jibber jabber, you ain't Elvis or the king of rock 'n roll. King of crazy is what you are! You're not even from Mississippi!"
" Now BA, if Murdock wants to channel Elvis Presley I don't really see a problem with it. After all when in Rome-"
" But we ain't in Rome, we're in Memphis and this fool's already acting crazier than usual. Next he'll be talking to his pockets or his imaginary friends again" snapped BA, overriding Face's attempt to play peacemaker.
" I don't talk to my pockets"
"Don't talk sense neither," countered BA.
Face sighed as the bickering continued, his attempts to play peacemaker thwarted.
It was going to be a long case.
End.
