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>>26888275 >>26888248 >>26888231 Cole - "Where the hell did you take us, Rusty?"
Rusty - "Well, the CRIME SCENE, Phelps... Where we're SUPPOSED to be."
Cole - "But it's all... Colorful. The grass looks like it's made out of green sugar."
Rusty - "Quit complaining, Cole... You don't like it, then stop making me drive everywhere."
*The pair walks up to the grisly scene, five pony bodies lying dead before them. The coroner, Mal Carruthers, is studying them closely.*
Cole - "... All right, I'll bite. What've you got, Mal?"
Mal - "You'll like this one, Phelps... Quintuple homicide. The victims are all over the place, and that's not even the craziest part... We found something in the kitchen, specifically, the oven: A cupcake pan, covered in dried, cooked blood."
Rusty - "Jesus Christ, Cole, look at all this shit... Probably an angry husband--"
Cole - "Give it a rest, Rusty... What else, Mal?"
Mal - "Well, if you look again at the corpses, you see that several chunks of flesh ripped from their bodies, apparently before death. If I were to guess, I'd say that our suspect has a rather exotic taste in pastries."
Cole - "I always get the good ones... Mind if I take a look around?"
Mal - "All yours, Phelps, but... You sure you don't need anything else?"
Cole - "What do you mean?"
Rusty - "Maybe he's talking about the fact that we're standing on a bunch of candy-coated horses in la-la land, genius."
Cole - "Oh, well, THAT... I guess I had already convinced myself I was just dreaming." |