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...I don't know, officer! I walked in and all I saw was gallons of blood and a severed arm!
Oh, poor Lance!
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I was at Ms. Greenbeans, the vegetarian store Lance and I run. This is horrible!
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| Mr. Floiven, your boyfriend was hacked to bits and lightly sauteed in a delectable bearnaise sauce. Any idea where the weapon came from? | |
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I don't know, officer. We're vegetarians! We don't even own a steak knife!
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| That would explain the note saying, "Dreadfully sorry 'bout ruining the Mont Blanc set. Couldn't find a thing else to stab 'im with." | |
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