“You got that right, Narrator.”
Oh you can hear me?? How odd.
“Yep, every word. Say you sound like a nice, well kept man. Can I get your number toots?”
Oh my! No way, I am to narrate every action you say or do!
“Hmph, your lost, babe.”
Now then, let's get back to the book, shall we?
She waltzed into her tiny office that-
“TINY OFFICE!? Now just wait a cotton pickin’ minute! I’m the main character here, my story and what I say goes! I want a big office, not some tiny cramped room that was the janitor’s closet!”
Fine! She entered her huge office. Sitting down in her comfy chair she spun it around to face her desk, where she would sort her co-workers paperwork. “Ugh! This is so boring!” She whined.
Turning to the file cabinet, she opened the third drawer down and put in the files with the letters “O - P” on the corner. But she dropped a file, looking down at it, she saw the bizarre pictures of the robbery that unfolded on July 4th, 1960.
“Wow this case is old! Hm, strange, it went cold.” She whispered as she filled through the pictures of evidence, and other paperwork. “Hmm. I could solve this! I mean how hard could it be to find a diamond that’s worth two-million- wait no that's one. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight… nine… ten!? Ten zeros?! That's $20,000,000,000!” She screamed.
“That’s one expensive rock! Huh, Narator?”
Yes, indeed it is, Jane.
“We must find this bad guy before this guy drops dead and his grandchildren inherit it!”
Jane! Be at least discreet about it!
“Eh, discreet actions are boring, I like being blunt and straight to the point. Unless it’s a cute guy I’m talking to. Then I stammer with my words.”
How … erm… lady of you?
“Exactly! Now back to the story!”
Erm right. Jane grabs the file and goes to her car.
“WAIT!”
(Sigh) What is it now?
“What kind of car is it?”
I don’t know, a … slightly used car-
“No! No way! I want a Lambo or a convertible!”
But there’s no way you can afford that kind of car, not with your gross pay!
“I don’t care. Now onward with the new car!”
Fine! Jane hops into her convertible and drives to the museum where the diamond was stolen from. There she sees the empty case of the diamond. “Hmm, lets dust for some fingerprints, shall we?”
Wait, Jane. Aren’t there pictures of the fingerprints in the file?
“Oh yeah!”
Looking through the file, she sees the fingerprints and goes back into the police station
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