Under the bed...waitaminute...what are you planning?
It's late, I'm tired, and all I can hear is the upstairs neighbors yelling obscenities and something about life is unfair because something they want to do is breaking the law.
You probably should wear gloves to keep your prints off the murder weapon.
I have diplomatic immunity.
"Move out of the dorms," my parents said. "It's safer," they said...
