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Thursday Voice Over: It was a cold, dreary night. The kind filled with scents of fog and death. And on this night, I had a crime to solve.
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| Hello, my name's Thursday. Can I ask you some questions about the poor slob who was killed? | |
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| Oh, you must mean Toe. She was just another stupid broad at the wrong place at the wrong time. | |
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Thursday VO: This guy knew something, I was certain of it. Now all I had to do was get the truth about that poor, sad, ugly, stupid, lumpy figure in the bodybag.
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| The wrong place at the wrong time? What do you mean? | |
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| Well, she picked this night to come to the bar. Sunday. Just an unfortunate day for her. Maybe if it was Monday she'd still be alive.... | |
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Thursday VO: This guy was beating around the bush like.... well, like somebody beats around a bush. I decided it was time to get him to the point, no matter what I had to do to get him there.
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| Could you get to the point please? | |
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| Oh, sure man no problem. Anyway, it's Sunday. Sunday with it's Fried Chicken Special. Toe came in and I guess the special looked good to her so.... | |
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