“What’s your name?”

“Guess.”

“OK… How old are you?”

“Older than you.”

“Well then, why were you at the scene of the crime?”

“He told me to be there.”

“Who told you?”

“Irrelevant.”

“It’s completely relevant! Tell me.”

“No.”

“Why are you being so uncooperative?”

“Why do you ask so many questions?”

“Because this is an interrogation!! Questions are involved!”

“You look cute when you’re mad.”

“Can we get back to the point? What were you doing at the scene of the crime?”

“Don’t you know?”

“No, I don’t. How about you tell me?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Can you tell me anything straight out?”

“Maybe.”

“Like what can you tell me?”

“I’m not sure.”

“This is going nowhere!”

“I agree.”

“Don’t get smart with me, pal! What can you tell me about the Snakes of Doom?”

“Snakes bite.”

“You know which snakes I meant! What is their agenda? Why hit now?”

“How should I know?”

“Gee, I don’t know, maybe because you were are affiliated with them?!”

“Well… I know their anniversary is coming up in a month.”