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Quick note since I'm having trouble describing it; Lisa's appearance is basically like in that one episode where she runs off to the woods, meets a fortune teller, hears about her first love, and almost gets married. I can't recall what it's called though.

Plus, I switched the names of a popular TV show so I wouldn't get sued.

There was a long moment of silence between the two adults. It wasn't that Bob was debating if he should tell her; it wasn't that he was making up details; it wasn't that he was trying to mock and annoy her. He merely got sucked into everyone's favorite past time of when they see someone for the first time in years; studying them.

Her hair was no longer spiky like an overgrown porcupine. After growing out of her teenage years, she finally had the mind and the money to style it to where it grew almost to her shoulders, pushing toward her. She looked quite mature, refined. Her ears were pieced with a pair of small flowers that was dark purple and a light blue in the middle. They matched her sweater that was a dark blue and a light purple; it hugged her figure which Bob couldn't help but notice. After all, he hadn't felt the warmth of a woman's flesh for years…however; he forced his eyes not to roam.

From the moment he saw her when she was only eight years old, he knew that she would get out of this small town and be something big. Her knowledge and brain were far more advance than anyone in that town. Now she sat before him, a grown young lady trying to win a Nobel Prize, in college, coming here for real justice. Not many would do that.

"You wish to hear my story? Very well, I'll tell you…only because you're the only person in Springfield who I trust would not try to make a quick buck." He finally broke the long silence.

Lisa jumped slightly, having been in deep thought herself when his rich deep voice broke her train of thinking. She met his eyes and fought the urge to blush, wondering why he had such an effect on her. "Alright, I'm listening."

The ex-clown inhaled slowly, trying to be able to tell as much as he can. "A week ago I decided to breeze through Springfield for the memories an-…"

"You mean the ones of Bart and me putting you away several times?" She suddenly blurted out, smugness in her tone.

Glaring dully at her, he spoke in a flat tone, "Yes. Those." His tone revived. "Now then as I was saying…I decided to stay here a week as a vacation before heading out to New York. I rented a hotel room nearby and the other night I decided to go to the store for some chips. I rarely eat anything quite so unhealthy but for some reason I was just itching to have one bag.

"I reached that insufferable Kwik-E-Mart I had used to frame Krusty, half expecting to see Snake robbing it. Alas, I saw Nelson who seemed to be Snake's apprentice robbing it. Such youth, such potential, wasted! Anyway…I decided not to be there when the cops arrived even though it'd probably take them a good half hour. I started to walk up and down the streets of Springfield, looking around at…well, everything.

"When I got back to my hotel room, it was roughly two in the morning because that horrible show called 'That 1990's Show' came on. As I explained to the jury though, I did not watch it so I couldn't tell you what the plot was. I fell asleep and then I wake up the next day to hear pounding at my door. That's my story, Ms. Simpson."

It took Lisa a moment to think and realize he had stopped talking. As he spoke every word, she imagined it the best she could. In her mind, yes, it made…plausible sense. It was possible, yes, but there was so much more evidence against him; his past, his threats, his attempts, to schemes!

He could have easily killed Bart. He could have come through here to kill her brother and try to go to New York before the cops caught him. It was a predictable routine for Nelson to rob the story once a week, thanks to Snake's influence, so Bob could have figured that out from anyone. Not to mention, since Nelson took up Snake's job, he had been imitating him in every way.

It was also common knowledge that 'That 1990's Show' came on every night at 2 AM like clockwork since not many people watched it. What with the plagiarized cartoons and reality shows, no one wanted to stay up so late just to watch reruns. That, plus the fact that he couldn't say what the plot was in the show hinted that he was indeed lying.

Yet…her gut said no, he was being truthful.

This story he said was far too weak. From a mad genius, his story should have been…believable; it should have been complex instead of simple! Yet here he was with a weak story proclaiming innocence. It just didn't make sense! It was…it was…it was…

"Confusing." Lisa finished her thought out loud on accident. Looking up, Bob raised an eyebrow and it must have been his intense curious stare that made her realize what she just did. Blushing slightly, she spoke up again, "I suppose I believe you enough to where you couldn't have killed my brother."

"That's lovely; now my conscience is clear!" He made a rather dramatic toss of the hands. "I can lie in my grave in peace now that one of the Simpson's believe I'm innocent!"

Lisa rolled her eyes, standing up. "While you sit there spewing sarcasm like the shallow mind you posses, I'm going to go look for evidence."

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