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[sheepworrying]

"I had NOTHING TO DO with that and you KNOW IT! You can't prove anything! I know my rights! I was nowhere near that field!

... that said, uh, helloooo! Go ahead and leave a message."

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[ergomaniac]

[...Wait. That doesn't sound disastrous at all.]

How do you tie yourself up?

[sheepworrying]

Uh... with rope?

[ergomaniac]

Around the neck, or...?

[sheepworrying]

Sometimes! I just try to get it tight enough where it'll take me a long time to wiggle or snap out.

And then I padlock the door six times to keep me from escaping even after that. Usually, by then, the moon goes down and I'm back to my ol' charming self!

Sooo yep! I don't even remember leaving my apartment that night!

[Yeah. He sounds way, way too confident in that. Almost like... he's full of it.]

[ergomaniac]

[...Less good. "A long time" isn't "Never."]

And how far had you gotten this evening?

[sheepworrying]

I was unconscious in the bathtub when they found me. Hrrrrr... can't imagine why I was in there, but I can hardly follow my own thoughts when the moon's out.

Though I wasn't tied up anymore, obviously...

[ergomaniac]

...Were the padlocks unlocked?

[sheepworrying]

Weeeeell. The cops got in...

But cripes! That doesn't mean I went outside! I would've remembered eating someone! Especially my darling little Leahcakes!

[ergomaniac]

[...Fantastic.]

What is your apartment complex.

[sheepworrying]

Uhh... it's in Sector Four, on the border over near all that farmland. Looks out over the nicest field full of... delicious little sheep.

[ergomaniac]

What's the exact address? I'll see if I can perhaps get security footage from the lobby.

[...If that won't just make things worse.]

[sheepworrying]

Uhhh... It's... [He reads out the address.]

What's "security footage?"

[ergomaniac]

Do you know what a video camera is?

[sheepworrying]

A "video camera..." Uhhh... like on the NVs, right?

[ergomaniac]

Correct. Most apartment complexes have those installed in the lobby to monitor who comes and goes.

[sheepworrying]

... They do?

[ergomaniac]

Indeed. Is this a...relief, I hope?

[sheepworrying]

[It's clearly not, from the way Wolf is suddenly sweating like a sinner in church.]

Hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr... oh! Oh yeah, yeah! Big relief! Huge relief!

[ergomaniac]

...Because you will be shown as not having left. Correct?

[sheepworrying]

Hahahaha! [OH GOD] COURSE NOT!

[ergomaniac]

[Oh God.]

...You need to tell me the truth.

[sheepworrying]

I did tell you the truth! I did! I don't really remember ever leaving the apartment! Really! Don't remember it! Not even a little bit!

[ergomaniac]

Then why are you so afraid of there being possible evidence that you did?

[sheepworrying]

Because what if there is? They're gonna say it was me heading over to kill Leah and then they're gonna convict me and I'm gonna get the torch for sure!

[ergomaniac]

If there is, then we will go from there. We will examine the truth of what actually did happen, and if you're seen leaving, we'll retrace your steps. Understood?